Lord Byron

Self praise is no praise at all.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was_x000D_ _x000D_ "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant_x000D_ _x000D_ Science enough, which levels to an ass_x000D_ _x000D_ Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present._x000D_ _x000D_ Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas!_x000D_ _x000D_ Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,_x000D_ _x000D_ That he himself felt only "like a youth_x000D_ _x000D_ Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth."

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;_x000D_ _x000D_ But on thy turf shall roses rear_x000D_ _x000D_ Their leaves, the earliest of the year.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.