Quotes from George Gordon Byron

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

A drop of ink may make a million think.

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

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

I awoke one morning to find myself famous.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

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

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Novelties please less than they impress.

And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'dAnd the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still

For what were all these country patriots born To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn

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

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

To fly from, need not be to hate, makind All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain.

Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.

They never fail who die in a great cause.