1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

One hates an author that's all author.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

But Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste

Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)