Quotes from browning robert ii

Shun death, is my advice.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts!

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, -- believe the aged friend -- Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

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

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I have no little insight into the feelings of furniture, and treat books and prints with a reasonable consideration. How some people use their pictures, for instance, is a mystery to me; very revolting all the same--portraits obliged to face each other for ever--prints put together in portfolios.

I write from a thorough conviction that it is the duty of me, and with the belief that, after every drawback and shortcoming, I do my best, all things considered--that is for me, and, so being, the not being listened to by one human creature would, I hope, in nowise affect me.

Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.

Out on the foolish phrase, but there's a hard rhyming without it.

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

For an instructed eye loves to see where the brush has dipped twice in lustrous colour, has lain insistingly along a favorite outline, dwelt lovingly in a grand shadow--for these "too muches" for the everybody's picture, are so many helps to the making out the real painter's picture as he had it in his brain.