Quotes
Quotes - Browning
Was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
The curious crime, the fine
Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Of what I call God,
And fools call Nature.
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good
Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:
Life's business being just the terrible choice.
It is the glory and good of Art
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth,--to mouths like mine, at least.
Thyrare gold ring of verse (the poet praised)
Linking our England to his Italy.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed,--
As, God be thanked! I do not.
Have you found your life distasteful?
My life did, and does, smack sweet.
Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?
Mine I saved and hold complete.
Do your joys with age diminish?
When mine fail me, I'll complain.
Must in death your daylight finish?
My sun sets to rise again.
"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart"once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
Good, to forgive;
Best, to forget!
Living, we fret;
Dying, we live.
Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?
Sky--what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Ray on ray split the shroud:
Splendid, a star!
As if true pride
Were not also humble!
Wanting is--what?
Summer redundant,
Blueness abundant,
Where is the blot?
Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
But little do or can the best of us:
That little is achieved through Liberty.
There is no truer truth obtainable
By Man than comes of music.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.
That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it; This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundreds soon hit: His high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
