The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
Alfred Lord TennysonAnd Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
Alfred Lord TennysonHe that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
Alfred Lord TennysonBecause right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Alfred Lord Tennyson