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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
To have joy, one must share it.
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.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Life is too short for chess.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!