For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!
Robert BrowningWhat'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 BrowningIf all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.
Robert Browning