More Quotes by Lord Byron
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
The devil was the first democrat
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
