Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his read more
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
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.
