Quotes by Byron, Lord

I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existin >>

Sincerity may be humble, but she cannot be servile. >>

What a strange thing is the propagation of life! A bubble of seed whic >>

Quotations about Birthdays

To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set b >>

I'm sorry you are wiser, I sorry you are taller; I liked you better fo >>

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is n >>

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust -- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.

Byron, Lord