George Gordon Byron

"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more"

"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"

"They never fail who die in a great cause."

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."

"The light of love, the purity of grace,The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!"

"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."

"She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes..."

"The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space."

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

"I awoke one morning to find myself famous."

"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."

"A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."

"If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad."

"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."

"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."

"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."

"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."