1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

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.

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

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