Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Love is the only gold.
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not knock those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
