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• There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
  -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso...
• Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 2...
• And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 3...
• Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'T is only noble to be good.
  Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood....
• Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxiii, Stanza 1...
• Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
  -- Alfred Lord Tennyson, (1809-1892) In Memoriam, 1850, line 27, stanza 4...
• Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much In watching thee from hour to hour.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxii, Stanza 3...
• And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xv, Stanza 5...
• Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cv, Stanza 1...