Quotes By Robert Browning

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

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.

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

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

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

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Faultless to a fault.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

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.

My sun sets to rise again.

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.

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.