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.

Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle.

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

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture in the lonely shore, there is society, where naught intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.