He makes no friends who never made a foe.
Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
A day may sink or save a realm.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Authority forgets a dying king.
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing...
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Old men must die, or the word would grow moldy, would only breed the past...
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but...
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of...
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
I am a part of all that I have seen.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.