As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;They kill us for their sport.
My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Cleave never to the sunnier side of doubt.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.
I hold it true,what'er befallI feel it, when I sorrow most'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Authority forgets a dying king
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change