Robert Browning quotes

God is the perfect poet.

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

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

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.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

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

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

God is the perfect poet.

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.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

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

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

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

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

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

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

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

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

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

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

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

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

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

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

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.

Love is energy of life.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

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