A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share
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… — Lord Byron Copy Share
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share
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. — Lord Byron Copy Share
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share
It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real… — Lord Byron Copy Share
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since… — Lord Byron Copy Share
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness… — Lord Byron Copy Share
