Quotes from browning robert iii

When I am pained, I find the old theory of the uselessness of communicating the circumstances of it, singularly untenable.

The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven-- All's right with the world!

I have no pleasure in writing myself--none, in the mere act--though all pleasure in the sense of fulfilling a duty, whence, if I have done my real best, judge how heart-breaking a matter must it be to be pronounced a poor creature by critic this and acquaintance the other.

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

What I have printed gives no knowledge of me--it evidences abilities of various kinds, if you will--and a dramatic sympathy with certain modifications of passion ... But I never have begun, even, what I hope I was born to begin and end--'R.B. a poem'.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one-- And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.

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!

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

As if true pride Were not also humble!

For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear (believe the aged friend), Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love-- How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

I judge people by what they might be--not are, nor will be.