Robert Browning Quotes

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

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

Talent should minister to genius.

A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

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

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

Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

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

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.

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

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

Who knows most, doubts most.

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

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.

Never brag, never bluster, never blush.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

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

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

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

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

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.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

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

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

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

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

When is man strong until he feels alone?