Quotes by Alfred Tennyson
Get busy living or get busy dying.
But how is...legal plunder to be identified? Quite simply. See if the law takes from some persons what belongs to them, and gives it to other persons to whom it does not belong. See if the law benefits one citizen at the expense of another by doing what the citizen himself cannot do without committing a crime. Then abolish this law without delay, for it is not only an evil itself, but also it is a fertile source for further evils because it invites reprisals.
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower
Believing where we cannot prove.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
...For the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies.
Ah, what shall I be at fifty, should nature keep me alive, if I find the world so bitter when I am but twenty-five?
Though we are not now at that strength which in better days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate but not in will; To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
O, why should Love, like men in drinking-songs, Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death?
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
Each of us has a natural right -- from God to defend his person, his liberty, and his property. These are the three basic requirements of life, and the preservation of any one of them is completely dependent upon the preservation of the other two. For what are our faculties but the extension of our individuality? And what is property but an extension of our faculties?
Self-reverence, self knowledge, self-control. These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Nor blame I Death, because he bare The use of virtue out of earth;...
the clock Beats out the little lives of men.
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face;...
Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams?...
Cleave never to the sunnier side of doubt.
Ah God! that it were possible For one short hour to see...
My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be?
