Lord Byron And Quotations

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is -- I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at -- a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that ''Carpe Diem'' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow?

The power of thought, the magic of the mind.

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love

Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!

I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem --and in my esteem age is not estimable.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

And having wisdom with each studious year, in meditation dwelt, with learning wrought, and shaped his weapon with an edge severe, sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.