Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.

Quote by Robert Browning

Topics: Age Quotes

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting...

I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

And gain is gain, however small

And gain is gain, however small

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an...

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an...

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave...

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave...

God is the perfect poet.

God is the perfect poet.

I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C major of this...

I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C major of this...

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than...

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than...

There is no truer truth obtainable by man than comes of music.

There is no truer truth obtainable by man than comes of music.

God is the perfect poet.

God is the perfect poet.

But facts are facts and flinch not

But facts are facts and flinch not

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

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

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

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?