Quotes by Robert Browning
I despise and abhor the pleas on behalf of that infamous practice, vivisection... I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured to death on the pretense of sparing me a twinge or two.
The world and life's too big to pass for a dream,
The year
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old,...
Ye know why the forms are fair, ye hear how the tale is told: It is all triumphant art, but art in obedience to laws,
When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
Share everything. Don't take things that aren't yours. Put things back where you found them.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life--learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge That myth is more potent than history That dreams are more powerful than facts That hope always triumphs over experience That laughter is the only cure for grief And I believe that love is stronger than death.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers / The heroes of old, / Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears / Of pain, darkness and cold.
And as she died so must we die ourselves, And thence ye may perceive the world's a dream. Life, how and what is it?
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!
'You're wounded!' 'Nay,' his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said:...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made:
I watched my foolish heart expand / In the lazy glow of benevolence, / O'er the various modes of man's belief.
Creation purged o' the miscreate, man redeemed, / A spittle wiped off from the face of God!
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp - or what's a heaven for
He's Judas to a tittle, that man is! / Just such a face!
Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me, / Seven years a gardener of the untoward ground.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar, / They are one and one, with a shadowy third; / One near one is too far.
