There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life. — Robert Browning

Other heights in other lives, God willing. — Robert Browning

Life is an empty dream. — Robert Browning

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far. — Robert Browning

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet. — Robert Browning

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,–been happy. — Robert Browning

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life. — Robert Browning

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls. — Robert Browning

Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike. — Robert Browning

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on. — Robert Browning

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone’s Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means. — Robert Browning

For thence a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,–Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i’ the scale. — Robert Browning

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. — Robert Browning

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world’s life. — Robert Browning

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are! — Robert Browning

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess–board white–we call it black. — Robert Browning

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom. — Robert Browning

Truth that peeps Over the glass’s edge when dinner’s done. — Robert Browning

Truth never hurt the teller. — Robert Browning

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead. — Robert Browning

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness. — Robert Browning

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl. — Robert Browning

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

Though Rome’s gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies. — Robert Browning

But facts are facts and flinch not. — Robert Browning

Earth is crammed with heavens. — Robert Browning

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise. — Robert Browning

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

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round. — Robert Browning

The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth. — Robert Browning

What’s come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes. — Robert Browning

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth — Robert Browning

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true. — Robert Browning

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? — Robert Browning

The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,–no! — Robert Browning

How good is man’s life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy! — Robert Browning

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod. — Robert Browning

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again. — Robert Browning

I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick–maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute. — Robert Browning

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul–sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her. — Robert Browning

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure. — Robert Browning

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be. — Robert Browning

A man in armor is his armor’s slave. — Robert Browning

Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine. — Robert Browning

Outside are the storms and strangers: we–Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she,–I and she! — Robert Browning

So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee. — Robert Browning

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most. — Robert Browning

I think, am sure, a brother’s love exceeds All the world’s loves in its unworldliness. — Robert Browning

Take away love and our earth is a tomb. — Robert Browning

Ah, love,–you are my unutterable blessing…..I am in full sunshine now. — Robert Browning

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that. — Robert Browning

Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love,–Only sleep. — Robert Browning

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there. — Robert Browning

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire. — Robert Browning

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o’ the prize of learning love. — Robert Browning

Love, hope, fear, faith–these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character. — Robert Browning

For I say this is death and the sole death,–When a man’s loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest. — Robert Browning

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half–asleep or song half–awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name’s sake. — Robert Browning

What’s the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth–Compared with love, found, gained, and kept? — Robert Browning

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell! — Robert Browning

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it. — Robert Browning

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you. — Robert Browning

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together. — Robert Browning

He guides me and the bird. In His good time! — Robert Browning

The only fault’s with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow! — Robert Browning

I have lived, And seen God’s hand thro a life time, And all was for the best. — Robert Browning

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

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work? — Robert Browning

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent–up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven’s employ? — Robert Browning

They are perfect; how else?–they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?–we have time in store. — Robert Browning

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight! — Robert Browning