Robert Browning Quotes - Page 8

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

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.

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

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

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

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

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed, So shall they be fulfilled.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.