Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
Robert BrowningThe sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Robert BrowningWe find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
Robert BrowningEver 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.
Robert Browning