Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
All experience is an arch wherethro’ gleams that untraveled world whose margins — Alfred Lord Tennyson