Jonathan Stroud

“Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furl’d In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.   There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of the great desert tracts in his consciousness.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“In that still place she, hoarded in herself, Grew, seldom seen: not less among us lived Her fame from lip to lip. Who had not heard Of Rose, the Gardener’s daughter? Where was he, So blunt in memory, so old at heart, At such a distance from his youth in grief, That, having seen, forgot? The common mouth, So gross to express delight, in praise of her Grew oratory. Such a lord is Love, And Beauty such a mistress of the world.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“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. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works: Alfred, Lord Tennyson