More Quotes by Lord Byron
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
