1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E’en pity scarce can wish it less!

The lapse of ages changes all things – time – language – the earth – the bounds of the sea – the stars of the sky, and everything ‘about, around, and underneath’ man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

Composing a letter is a way to combine solitude with good company.

The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man’s sin than a school boy’s volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.

And Mocha’s berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

The music, and the banquet, and the wine – The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments – The white arms and the raven hair – the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear’st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man’s be e’er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.

Such hath it been – shall be – beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

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.