Quotes from Lord Byron

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!

But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth; The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth: Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.

I love not man the less but nature more.

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

The poetry of speech.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!