George Gordon, Lord Byron Quotes

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar’s labor or the Turkman’s rest.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp’d with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties – give me a cigar!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Pleasures a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.

Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes Sin’s a pleasure.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

I have met with most poetry on trunks; so that I am pat to consider the trunk-maker as the sexton of authorship.

Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after.