Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.
Alfred Lord TennysonHow dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
Alfred Lord TennysonVirtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
Alfred Lord Tennyson