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Born in January 22, 1788 / Died in April 19, 1824 / United Kingdom / English

Quotes by Lord Byron

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, And for the bass, the beast can only bellow; In fact, he had no singing education, An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Absence - that common cure of love.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
War's a brain spattering windpipe splitting art.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.
The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.
I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.