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
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...
This is our master, famous, calm, and dead, Borne on our shoulders.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never...
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he...
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, For...
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart...
There is no truer truth obtainable by man than comes of music.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the...
Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch...
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.