Top 450 Lord Byron Quotes (2023 Update)
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301. “A legal broom’s a moral chimney-sweeper, And that’s the reason he himself’s so dirty.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

303. “He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.”

— Lord Byron

304. “As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep’s serene.”

— Lord Byron

305. “Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?”

— Lord Byron

306. “In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue – is hypocrisy.”

— Lord Byron

307. “But who, alas! can love, and then be wise?”

— Lord Byron

308. “Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.”

— Lord Byron

309. “Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer – In health – when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.”

— Lord Byron

310. “Fill high the cup with Samian wine!”

— Lord Byron

311. “Land of lost gods and godlike men.”

— Lord Byron

312. “Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.”

— Lord Byron

313. “Nor all that heralds rake from coffin’d clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.”

— Lord Byron

314. “If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.”

— Lord Byron

315. “The French courage proceeds from vanity.”

— Lord Byron

316. “It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.”

— Lord Byron

317. “Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.”

— Lord Byron

318. “The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.”

— Lord Byron

319. “Now what I love in women is, they won’t Or can’t do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.”

— Lord Byron

320. “Think’st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.”

— Lord Byron

321. “On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.”

— Lord Byron

322. “O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.”

— Lord Byron

323. “How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.”

— Lord Byron

324. “He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o’er him wept.”

— Lord Byron

325. “Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.”

— Lord Byron

326. “Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!”

— Lord Byron

327. “America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.”

— Lord Byron

328. “We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.”

— Lord Byron

329. “War, war is still the cry,-“war even to the knife!””

— Lord Byron

330. “I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.”

— Lord Byron

331. “I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.”

— Lord Byron

332. “The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!”

— Lord Byron

333. “I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other’s natural burden Of mortal misery.”

— Lord Byron

334. “So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.”

— Lord Byron

335. “The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn’d, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!”

— Lord Byron

336. “I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse – borne away with every breath!”

— Lord Byron

337. “Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.”

— Lord Byron

338. “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.”

— Lord Byron

339. “For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.”

— Lord Byron

340. “By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.”

— Lord Byron

341. “Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.”

— Lord Byron

342. “And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.”

— Lord Byron

343. “I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.”

— Lord Byron

344. “The music, and the banquet, and the wine – The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments – The white arms and the raven hair – the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.”

— Lord Byron

345. “Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.”

— Lord Byron

346. “I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.”

— Lord Byron

347. “Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.”

— Lord Byron

348. “Still from the fount of joy’s delicious springs Some bitter o’er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.”

— Lord Byron

349. “No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.”

— Lord Byron

350. “Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.”

— Lord Byron