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Lord Byron
January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824
Nationality: British
Category: Poet
Subcategory: British Poet

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.


There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.


This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.


The busy have no time for tears.


I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.


Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.


He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.


Absence - that common cure of love.


It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.


He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?


Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.


What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.


Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?


I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.


The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.


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.


Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.


This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.


The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.


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