All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.” — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save and hold… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“I was ever a fighter, so---one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore, and… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
