The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRONThe dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRONThey used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
LORD BYRONWhat is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
LORD BYRONReason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
LORD BYRONMan, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
LORD BYRONThere is music in all things, if men had ears.
LORD BYRONThe best prophet of the future is the past.
LORD BYRONI have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
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 BYRONAll who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
LORD BYRONWhat’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
LORD BYRONIf from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
LORD BYRONBe thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
LORD BYRONBe warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
LORD BYRONO thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
LORD BYRONI do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
LORD BYRON