Lord Byron

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Who loves, raves.

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.