About Lord Byron: George Gordon Byron was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among Byron's best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and the short lyric She Walks in Beauty.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
