More Quotes by Lord Byron
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.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
