More Quotes by Lord Byron
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
