Lord Byron - Page 2

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
– Lord Byron

Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold – in these are sunk – The hopes of all men and of every nation.
– Lord Byron

I’ll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
– Lord Byron

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.
– Lord Byron

He who loves not his country, can love nothing.
– Lord Byron

Adversity is the first path to truth.
– Lord Byron

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
– Lord Byron

I’ll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
– Lord Byron

The best of prophets of the future is the past.
– Lord Byron

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.
– Lord Byron

He who loves not his country, can love nothing.
– Lord Byron

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

Farewell! For in that word that fatal word however We promise, hope, believe there breathes despair.
– Lord Byron

The heart will break, but broken live on.
– Lord Byron

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
– Lord Byron

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
– Lord Byron

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
– Lord Byron

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
– Lord Byron

Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
— Lord Byron

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: And yet a third of Life is passed in sleep.
– Lord Byron