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• I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
  I want to be forgotten even by God. -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part v...
• God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part ii...
• Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part i...
• That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part i...
• The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part iv...
• Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the bea
  God is, they are; Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be....
• Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver,-- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge
  One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge....
• 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 (1812-1890) -- Saul, ix...
• Grow old along with me! the best is yet to be, the last of life for which the first was made.
  -- Robert Browning...