The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRONThe dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRONThough I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
LORD BYRONA woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
LORD BYRONI awoke one day to find myself famous.
LORD BYRONShe walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
LORD BYRONA small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
LORD BYRONFor truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRONDamn description, it is always disgusting.
LORD BYRONThere is no instinct like that of the heart.
LORD BYRONWho then will explain the explanation?
LORD BYRONI live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!
LORD BYRONIf from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
LORD BYRONThe great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
LORD BYRONTill taught by pain, men know not water’s worth.
LORD BYRONI am not now That which I have been.
LORD BYRONTruth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
LORD BYRON