Quotes from Lord Byron

Quién no escribe para gustar a las mujeres?

But he who seeks the flowers of truth Must quit the garden for the field

Dawn dazzles on the dying and the dead.

Such writing is a sort of mental masturbation - [Keats] is always frigging his imagination. - I don't mean that he is indecent but viciously soliciting his own ideas into a state which is neither poetry nor any thing else but a Bedlam of vision produced by raw pork and opium.

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so." ? Lord Byron

The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray, And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her decree, than in the abyss Where sparkle distant worlds: - Oh, holiest nurse! No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe.

If she loved rashly, her life paid for wrong— A heavy price must all pay who thus err,      In some shape; let none think to fly the danger, For soon or late Love is his own avenger.

Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more

Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.

The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be!

Science is but the exchange of ignorance for that which is another kind of ignorance.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.