Quotes from Lord Byron

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.

Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.

The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?

Fame is the thirst of youth.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?