Absence - that common cure of love.

— Lord Byron

Admire exult despise laugh weep - for here There is such matter for all feelings: - Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

— Lord Byron

Adversity is the first path to truth.

— Lord Byron

Ah! Happy years! Once more who would not be a boy!

— Lord Byron

A little curly-headed good-for-nothing And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

— Lord Byron

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

— Lord Byron

All who would win joy must share it happiness was born a twin.

— Lord Byron

A long, long kiss a kiss of youth and love.

— Lord Byron

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

— Lord Byron

A mighty mass of brick and smoke and shipping Dirty and dusty but as wide as eye Could reach with here and there a sail just skipping In sight then lost amidst the forestry Of masts a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy A huge dun cupola like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.

— Lord Byron