Robert Browning Quotes

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

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

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

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

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

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

Look not down but up!

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

How 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 life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er 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!

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

Most progress is most failure.

Make us happy and you make us good.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

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

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

Truth never hurt the teller.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

My sun sets to rise again.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The 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

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

How good is life, the mere living!

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

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

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

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

Good to forgive, Best to forget.