More Quotes by Lord Byron
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Think not I am what I appear.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
