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.
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.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I am a part of all that I have met.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
