Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord ByronSwitzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
Lord ByronTis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
Lord ByronIt would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.
Lord Byron