Lord Byron

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

— Lord Byron

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

— Lord Byron

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men…

— Lord Byron

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

— Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet…

— Lord Byron

“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.”

— Lord Byron

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

— Lord Byron

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

— Lord Byron

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

— Lord Byron

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

— Lord Byron

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…

— Lord Byron

For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager

— Lord Byron

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and…

— Lord Byron

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than…

— Lord Byron

O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this…

— Lord Byron

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite…

— Lord Byron

Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

— Lord Byron

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see…

— Lord Byron

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

— Lord Byron

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

— Lord Byron

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

— Lord Byron

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land…

— Lord Byron

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

In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.

— Lord Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

— Lord Byron