Words matter. These are the best Robert Browning Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
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!
Ambition is not what man does… but what man would do.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
My sun sets to rise again.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
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.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
God is the perfect poet.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
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.
Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.
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.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
God’s justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
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!
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
