He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other… — 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 would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,… — 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
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't… — 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
