“My hair is grey, but not with years, nor grew it white in a single night, as men's have grown from sudden fears.”

— Lord Byron, The Prisoner of Chillon (1816), stanza 1

About Lord Byron

1788 – 1824

English Romantic poet, author of 'Don Juan' and 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage'.

“When we think we lead, we are most led.”

“I am not now that which I have been.”

“Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!”

“The young have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations.”

“The long, dull monotonous years of middle-aged prosperity or middle-aged adversity are excellent campaigning weather.”

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.”

“It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women.”

“Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.”

“Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight, Betwixt the earth and heaven.”