In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
Quote by Robert Browning
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch...
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, For...
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
God is the perfect poet.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart...
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by...
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...
When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin
My sun sets to rise again.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?
I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting...
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.