I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron There is music in all things, if men had ears. Lord Byron musicearsmen In solitude, where we are least alone. Lord Byron marriagewisdomwise Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on. Lord Byron heartinspirationalfriendship Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil. Lord Byron mysteryliteratureevil Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it. Lord Byron possessionreasonpeople Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste. Lord Byron amorouschastechastity Friendship is Love without his wings! Lord Byron real-friendslovefriendship Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Lord Byron firelifeyears I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Lord Byron foundfamemorning Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part? Lord Byron one-dayhumanspast Socrates said, our only knowledge was Lord Byron oceanmenpast 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 oceandarkbeach If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. Lord Byron madmindwriting 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 inspirationmistakebelieve 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 naturementhinking Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. Lord Byron bores-youboredtwo A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think. Lord Byron millionsinkthinking And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me! Lord Byron voiceheartlove They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. Lord Byron mourningmournwitness That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech. Lord Byron singingsoundsong
