More Quotes by Lord Byron
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The best prophet of the future is the past.