Blow, bugle, blow; set the wild echoes flying.
Blow, bugle blow; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
~ from The Princess, 1850

I hold it true, whate’er befall
I feel it, when I sorrow most
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
– from “In Memoriam: A.H.H.” xxvii, st.4

Men at most differ as heaven and earth,
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
~ in “Merlin and Vivien” line 812

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.