The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. Lord Byron inspirational life religion Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure. Lord Byron moral sin sometimes Eternity forbids thee to forget. Lord Byron thee eternity forget A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound. Lord Byron scratches mind mistake The dew of compassion is a tear. Lord Byron sympathy inspirational death I deny nothing, but doubt everything. Lord Byron paganism deny doubt But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. Lord Byron pain truth hope What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? Lord Byron deep-wounds wounds-and-scars philosophical Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously. Lord Byron age play hands The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend. Lord Byron dog friendship life Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source. Lord Byron source divine men It is when we think we lead that we are most led. Lord Byron thinking Armenian is the language to speak with God. Lord Byron armenians language speak O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The 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 Byron stars beautiful thinking If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company. Lord Byron companionship should want Hatred is the madness of the heart. Lord Byron hate hatred heart Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. Lord Byron wisdom tree life For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. Lord Byron truth funny fiction Absence - that common cure of love. Lord Byron epic love funny And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Lord Byron sparkle cups life
