Quotes and anectdotes from the wise to the foolish, and the courageous to the drunk

Robert Browning Playwright

  • Gender: Male
  • Citizenship: England
  • Born: May 7, 1812
  • Died: Dec 12, 1889

Robert Browning was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, especially dramatic monologues, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. beauty

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold. age

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee. love & Valentine's Day

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on. strength

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice. business

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. beauty & trust

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. age & death

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be. best

Take away love and our earth is a tomb. love

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once. music

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds? alone

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. alone

A minute's success pays the failure of years. failure & success

God is the perfect poet. poetry

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. strength

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least. art

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. age

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity These are its sign and note and character. faith, fear & hope

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure. religion

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there. Mother's Day

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

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. art