I know not even where her bones are: I was too poor then to buy earth to bury her!" "And yet I owe her much.

I feel deeply that I am the son of woman.
Every instant, in my ideas and words [11not to mention my features and gestures], I find again my mother in myself.

It is my mother's blood which gives me the sympathy I feel for bygone ages, and the tender remembrance of all those who are now no more." "What return then could I, who am myself advancing towards old age, make her for the many things I owe her?
One, for which she would have thanked me--this protest in favour of women and mothers." [1114] But while a mother may greatly influence the poetic or artistic mind of her son for good, she may also influence it for evil.

Thus the characteristics of Lord Byron--the waywardness of his impulses, his defiance of restraint, the bitterness of his hate, and the precipitancy of his resentments--were traceable in no small degree to the adverse influences exercised upon his mind from his birth by his capricious, violent, and headstrong mother.

She even taunted her son with his personal deformity; and it was no unfrequent occurrence, in the violent quarrels which occurred between them, for her to take up the poker or tongs, and hurl them after him as he fled from her presence.