More Quotes by Lord Byron
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.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.