Quotations by Author

Lord Byron

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

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

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

There’s music in the sighing of the reed; There’s music in the gushing of a rill; There’s music in all things, if men had ears; Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.