3 December 2020 George Byron There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
3 December 2020 George Byron Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
3 December 2020 George Byron I slept and dreamt that life was beauty I woke and found that life was duty.
3 December 2020 George Byron What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
3 December 2020 George Byron I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
3 December 2020 George Byron Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
3 December 2020 George Byron If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
3 December 2020 George Byron Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
