Lord Byron

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much…

Opinions are made to be changed – or how is truth to be got at…

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least…

Absence – that common cure of love…

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication…

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of…

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of…

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker…

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people…

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of…

The heart will break, but broken live on…

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the…

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

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

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