More quotes by George Gordon Byron

"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."
"A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."
"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..."