Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron There is music in all things, if men had ears. Lord Byron music ears men In solitude, where we are least alone. Lord Byron marriage wisdom wise Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on. Lord Byron heart inspirational friendship Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil. Lord Byron mystery literature evil Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it. Lord Byron possession reason people Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste. Lord Byron amorous chaste chastity Friendship is Love without his wings! Lord Byron real-friends love friendship Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Lord Byron fire life years I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Lord Byron found fame morning Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part? Lord Byron one-day humans past Socrates said, our only knowledge was Lord Byron ocean men past Roll 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 Byron ocean dark beach If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. Lord Byron mad mind writing 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 Byron inspiration mistake believe I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves. Lord Byron nature men thinking Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. Lord Byron bores-you bored two A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think. Lord Byron millions ink thinking And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me! Lord Byron voice heart love They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. Lord Byron mourning mourn witness That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech. Lord Byron singing sound song
