Robert Browning Quotes and its meanings

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.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

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

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

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

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

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

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

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

God is the perfect poet.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

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

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

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

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

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

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.