Quotation by George Gordon Noel Byron

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824), British poet. letter, Oct. 28, 1815, to the poet Thomas Moore. Byron's Letters and Journals, vol. 4, ed. Leslie Marchand (1975).
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