Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control -- these three alone lead to power.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control -- these three alone lead to power.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
