1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

The negroes more philosophy displayed, - / Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be flayed.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

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.

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.

Whatsoever thy birth, thou were a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.

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

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

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.