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.
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.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I am a part of all that I have met.
