Robert Browning

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess-board white-we call it black.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

All good things_x000D_ Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!