In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
Robert BrowningWhite shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
Robert BrowningGod's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Robert BrowningHow well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In lifeโs November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, Oโer a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
Robert Browning