Quotes from Lord Byron

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

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

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation - they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

Adversity is the first path to truth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deemed so weighty.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.

Now what I love in women is, they won't or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it so well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

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

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Friendship is Love without his wings!