We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
LORD BYRONWe have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
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 BYRONSociety is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
LORD BYRONArmenian is the language to speak with God.
LORD BYRONTill taught by pain, men know not water’s worth.
LORD BYRONBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
LORD BYRONMan, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
LORD BYRONA drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONSince Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
LORD BYRONI should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
LORD BYRONThere is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
LORD BYRONThe leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
LORD BYRONAll who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
LORD BYRONReason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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 BYRONThe dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRON