JCD at http://nightdeposits.blogspot.com/ made me wonder where the phrase "so many men/women/books/etc., so little time" originated. This was not an easy search, but I think I may have found it, as well as some others by Tennyson.
So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me;
I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
I hold it true, whatever befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
I am a part of all that I have met.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Theirs is not to make reply:
Theirs is not to reason why:
Theirs is but to do and die.
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.