Alfred - Lord Tennyson

Ah, what shall I be at fifty,
should nature keep me alive,
if I find the world so bitter
when I am but twenty-five?
Alfred - Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. 96, ll. 11-12.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me,
than in half the creeds.

...For the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies.

Believing where we cannot prove.

- Alfred - Lord Tennyson