Robert Browning Quotes

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

All service is the same with God.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

Truth is within ourselves.

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

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

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

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

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

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Thought is the soul of act.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.