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
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket. — 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
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice… — 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
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
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
I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to… — 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
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation - they are all better… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your… — 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
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
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men. — 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
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
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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 Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
