More Quotes by Lord Byron
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
