More Quotes by Lord Byron
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Life is too short for chess.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
