I love not man the less, but nature more

— George Gordon Byron

In secret, we met -In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thereafter long years, How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears

— George Gordon Byron

It is not in the storm or in the strife We feel benumbed and wish to be nor more, But in the after-silence on the shore When all is lost except a little life.

— George Gordon Byron

I will keep no further journal of that same he sternal torchlight ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...

— George Gordon Byron

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;The best of life is but intoxication:Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation;Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

— George Gordon Byron

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

— George Gordon Byron

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,'Tis woman's whole existence.

— George Gordon Byron

Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to create From overfeeding Good or Ill; and aim At an external life beyond our fate, And be the new Prometheus of new men, Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late, Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain

— George Gordon Byron

...methinks the older that one grows, Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughter Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.

— George Gordon Byron

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

— George Gordon Byron