More Quotes by Lord Byron
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Think not I am what I appear.
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
Happiness was born a twin.
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.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
