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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life!
Tennyson, Alfred
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson