I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.
Lord ByronGood work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
Lord ByronI feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!
Lord ByronThere is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth
Lord Byron