Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Even innocence itself has many a wile, And will not dare to trust itself with truth, And love is taught hypocrisy from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Adversity is the first path to truth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Wedded she some years, and to a man Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; And yet, I think, instead of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction; if it could be told, How much would novels… — 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
