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
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose. — 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
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why… — 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
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company. — 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
“I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the… — 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
