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
I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A good coach encourages the same type of resilience in the people they work with. They encourage them to take risks. If… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from… — 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
