The world, which credits what is done,
Is cold to all that might have been.
In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.
O last regret, regret can die!
In Memoriam. lxxviii. Stanza 5.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
In Memoriam. xcvi. Stanza 3.
He seems so near, and yet so far.
In Memoriam. xcvii. Stanza 6.