Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron)
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
What's drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!
The "good old times" — all times when old are good —
Are gone.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
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.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?