More Quotes by Lord Byron
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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!
Happiness was born a twin.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
