A minute’s success pays the failure of years.
Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet.
Robert Browning

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Robert Browning

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Robert Browning

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Robert Browning

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

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
Robert Browning

Love is energy of life.
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 in joy!
Robert Browning

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

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Robert Browning

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
Robert Browning

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Robert Browning

Faultless to a fault.
Robert Browning

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Robert Browning

What’s a man’s age? He must hurry more, that’s all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Robert Browning

Ambition is not what man does… but what man would do.
Robert Browning

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning

I count life just a stuff to try the soul’s strength on.
Robert Browning

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Robert Browning

My sun sets to rise again.
Robert Browning

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Robert Browning

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

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
Robert Browning

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

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life’s business being just the terrible choice.
Robert Browning

Oh, to be in England now that April’s there.
Robert Browning

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Robert Browning

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Robert Browning

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man’s worth something.
Robert Browning

Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
Robert Browning

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Robert Browning

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

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Robert Browning

God’s justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Robert Browning

Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.
Robert Browning

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o’er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Robert Browning

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Robert Browning

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

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

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 to be.
Robert Browning

So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Robert Browning

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Robert Browning

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Robert Browning

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

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Robert Browning

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Robert Browning

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.
Robert Browning

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Robert Browning

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Robert Browning

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
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 and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
Robert Browning

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