Lord Byron

Who loves, raves.

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

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

I have not loved the world nor the world me I have not flatter'd its rank breath nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.

Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

In her first passion woman loves her lover In all the others all she loves is love.

Tis enough - Who listens once will listen twice Her heart be sure is not of ice And one refusal no rebuff.

There is a tide in the affairs of women Which taken at the flood leads - God knows where.

A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour!

Few things surpass old wine and they may preach Who please the more because they preach in vain - Let us have wine and women mirth and laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?

Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home.