Robert Browning

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.

— Robert Browning

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.

— Robert Browning

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

— Robert Browning

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,

— Robert Browning

Where the apple reddens never pry -- lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

— Robert Browning

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.

— Robert Browning

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

— Robert Browning

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's --The educated man s!

— Robert Browning

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

— Robert Browning

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

— Robert Browning

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

— Robert Browning

So free we seem, so fettered we are!

— Robert Browning

And gain is gain, however small.

— Robert Browning

A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's heaven for?

— Robert Browning

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

— Robert Browning

Ignorance is not innocence, but sin.

— Robert Browning

Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

— Robert Browning

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

— Robert Browning

My sun sets to rise again.

— Robert Browning

Less is more.

— Robert Browning

Our aspirations are our possibilities.

— Robert Browning

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

— Robert Browning

It is best to be yourself, imperial, plain and true.

— Robert Browning

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

— Robert Browning

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

— Robert Browning

Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.

— Robert Browning

Truth never hurts the teller.

— Robert Browning

The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are.

— Robert Browning

The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven, All's right with the world!

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,Or whats a heaven for?

— Robert Browning

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

— Robert Browning

Must a little weep, Love, Foolish me! And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee.

— Robert Browning

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf.

— Robert Browning

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

— Robert Browning