I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think. Lord Byron impossiblelittlesthinking I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts. Lord Byron shroudsdissentideas We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die. Lord Byron foolfeartime If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain. Lord Byron painwritinglove On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet Lord Byron dancesuccesslife The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul! Lord Byron lighteyeheart Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce. Lord Byron wisehappinessfunny Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. Lord Byron birthbeautifulideas One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer. Lord Byron readingknowledgeneeds The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself. Lord Byron starschangetime The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence. Lord Byron starsdisappointmentdiscovery There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion. Lord Byron literaturedoubtreligion When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis. Lord Byron love-ismeanpeople And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear. Lord Byron lyric-poetrylonelywind Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. Lord Byron starsnightlife He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse. Lord Byron embarrassmentearspeople As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. Lord Byron kissingbluewind The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed. Lord Byron desertmindfeelings A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned. Lord Byron partylovemean This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description. Lord Byron devilcollegesleep
