The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — 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
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;…and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us… — 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
“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
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
“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
“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
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past? — Robert Browning Copy Share
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. — Robert Browning Copy Share
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
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware. — Robert Browning Copy Share
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — Robert Browning Copy Share
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
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
