Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
A day may sink or save a realm.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin… (read more)
Authority forgets a dying king
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.