More quotes by Robert Browning
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart
Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.
Let us cry, "All good things
Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"
Inscribe all human effort with one word,
Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
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Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul:
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.
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