Quotes by Robert Browning

Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise
From outward things, whate'er you may believe.
There is an inmost centre in us all,
Where truth abides in fulness; and around,
Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in,
This perfect, clear perception-which is truth.
A baffling and perverting carnal mesh
Binds it, and makes all error: and to know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape,
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.

With the beanflower's boon,
And the blackbird's tune,
And May and June!

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

A man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.

O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

Round and round, like a dance of snow In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.

There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.