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• Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part i...
• God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part ii...
• 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 's in his heaven: All 's right with the world.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Pippa Passes, Part i...
• I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first, I ask no
  but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive...
• All service ranks the same with God,-- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we
  here is no last nor first. -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Pippa Passes, Part iv...
• Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part v...
• 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...
• God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Cenciaja...