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.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control -- these three alone lead to power.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control -- these three alone lead to power.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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.
