Robert Browning

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the…

— Robert Browning

“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong…

— Robert Browning

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

— Robert Browning

“Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save…

— Robert Browning

“I was ever a fighter, so---one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and…

— Robert Browning

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

— Robert Browning

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

— Robert Browning

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever…

— Robert Browning

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.

— Robert Browning

The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!

— Robert Browning

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our…

— Robert Browning

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless…

— Robert Browning

Look not down but up!

— Robert Browning

What a thing friendship is - World without end.

— Robert Browning

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

— Robert Browning

But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.

— Robert Browning

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

— Robert Browning

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

— Robert Browning

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

— Robert Browning

Death was past, life not come: so he waited.

— Robert Browning

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

— Robert Browning

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes…

— Robert Browning

My sun sets to rise again.

— Robert Browning

“My Last Duchess That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a…

— Robert Browning

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

— Robert Browning