All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
There’s no glory like those who save their country.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.