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• And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 29...
• The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xv, Stanza 13...
• Alas, the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 199...
• Society is now one polish'd horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xiii, Stanza 95...
• And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but The truth in masquerade.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza 37...
• The women pardon'd all except her face.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 113...
• The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
  . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set....
• All who joy would win Must share it, --happiness was born a twin.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 172...
• But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 27...