More Quotes by Lord Byron
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
