More quotes by George Gordon Byron

"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."
"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"
"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 great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."