Here are the results of my aforementioned quotes search. I do love me some Byron, but this Camus one is nice, too:
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Aaaand the Byron...
Nothing is so amiable as discernment.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Self love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
Sincerity may be humble, but she cannot be servile.
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.