Alfred Lord Tennyson

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Authority forgets a dying king.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.