Lord Byron Man Quotations

He was the mildest mannered man / That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life / Into that moral centaur, man and wife?

As to 'Don Juan,' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world?

As to ''Don Juan,'' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.

Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?

An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind.

Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.

A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made

A man must serve his time to every trade / Save censure - critics all are ready made. / Take hackneyed jokes from Miller, got by rote,/ With just enough of learning to misquote.

The lapse of ages changes all things -- time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing ''about, around, and underneath'' man, except man himself.

He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices

The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one!