Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think… — 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… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is… — 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
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Socrates said, our only knowledge was "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty.… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make… — 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
