A drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONA drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONSocrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.
LORD BYRONWhat should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
LORD BYRONA thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
LORD BYRONWhy I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
LORD BYRONFriendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
LORD BYRONWhat deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
LORD BYRONBut what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
LORD BYRONIf I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
LORD BYRONOpinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
LORD BYRONFew things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
LORD BYRONRoll 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.
LORD BYRONA celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
LORD BYRONSelf praise is no praise at all.
LORD BYRONWhat a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
LORD BYRONThere is music in all things, if men had ears.
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