You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
LORD BYRONYou gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
LORD BYRONWhat’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
LORD BYRONA small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
LORD BYRONThere is music in all things, if men had ears.
LORD BYRONA timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
LORD BYRONWho falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
LORD BYRONThe great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
LORD BYRONAdversity is the first path to truth.
LORD BYRONThe drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
LORD BYRONAmerica is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
LORD BYRONEat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
LORD BYRONThere is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
LORD BYRONThe best prophet of the future is the past.
LORD BYRONAll who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
LORD BYRONAll tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
LORD BYRONWhy do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
LORD BYRON