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
Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, For...
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?
Faultless to a fault.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave...
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
My sun sets to rise again.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he...
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C major of this...
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by...
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
God is the perfect poet.
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break,...
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart...