O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make… — 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
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy… — 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
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not… — 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
