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• Of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xiii, Stanza 9...
• Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xiii, Stanza 11...
• That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 49...
• All who joy would win Must share it, --happiness was born a twin.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 172...
• The precious porcelain of human clay. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 11
• 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...
• What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger Is woman!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ix, Stanza 64...
• 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...