This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

— George Gordon Byron

This strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

— George Gordon Byron

This to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.  What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! With whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.

— George Gordon Byron

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

— George Gordon Byron

Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long leagues to trace, Oh! There is sweetness in the mountain air, And life that bloated Ease can never hope to share.

— George Gordon Byron

Time and Nemesis will do that which I would not, were it in my power remote or immediate. You will smile at this piece of prophecy - do so, but recollect it: it is justified by all human experience. No one was ever even the involuntary cause of great evils to others, without a requital: I have paid and am I paying for mine - so will you.

— George Gordon Byron

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

— George Gordon Byron

Wedded she some years, and to a manor fifty, and such husbands are in plenty;And yet, I think, instead of such a ONE'Were better to have TWO of five and twenty...

— George Gordon Byron

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

— George Gordon Byron

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbors;Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knocked on the head for his labors. To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan, And is always as nobly requited;Then battle for Freedom wherever you can, And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.

— George Gordon Byron