Alfred Lord Tennyson

A day may sink or save a realm. 

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. 

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home. 

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

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

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

Authority forgets a dying king. 

Believe me, than in half the creeds. 

Better not be at all than not be noble. 

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

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

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

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

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

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

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power. 

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

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.