Lord Byron

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

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.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.