Robert Browning
England
7 May 1812 // 12 Dec 1889
Poet, Playwright
7 May 1812 // 12 Dec 1889
Poet, Playwright
Quotes
Life is an empty dream.
Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
Who in his person acts his own creations.
Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.
In living just as though no God there were.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
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.
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
Are there not, dear Michal,
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.
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.
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive, what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
I shall arrive, what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays