All Lord Byron Quotes
- Who shall heal murder? Byron
- Absence is that cure of love... Absence
- . and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learnd the language of another world Another World
- One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I… Allow
- Indigestion is - that inward fate which makes all Styx through one small liver flow All
- On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined Dance
- Talk six times with the same single lady and you may get the wedding dress ready Dress
- There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth Breast
- 'Tis very puzzling on the brink Of what is called Eternity to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there Brink
- The devil was the first democrat Democrat
- I wish he would explain his explanation Explain
- When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer… Buttoning
- I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. Fool
- Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever All
- The glory and the nothing of a name Glory
- History is the devil's scripture History
- Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind Chainless
- The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind! Magic
- It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice… Been
- The best of prophets of the future is the past Best
- Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), He revell'd in his Ciceronian glory: With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch… Came
- Poetry should only occupy the idle. Idle
- Science is but the exchange of ignorance for that which is another kind of ignorance. Another Kind
- Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide All
- Society is no one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and the Bored Bored