Explore Quotes by Robert Browning

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

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

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

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

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All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

How good is life, the mere living!

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

Faultless to a fault.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!