More Quotes by Lord Byron
The devil was the first democrat
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Happiness was born a twin.
Think not I am what I appear.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
