Quotes By Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

My sun sets to rise again.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

Love is energy of life.

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!

God is the perfect poet.