What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Lord ByronSorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Lord ByronAncient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Lord ByronI came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.
Lord ByronWhat deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
Lord ByronI do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
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