On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round. Robert Browning More Quotes by Robert Browning More Quotes From Robert Browning If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. Robert Browning simpleattitudebeauty T'was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft. Robert Browning thieveslastskindness How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are! Robert Browning fettersdeep-thoughtfreedom Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do. Robert Browning ambitiondoemen Lofty designs must close in like effects. Robert Browning loftyeffectsdesign From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. Robert Browning liliesseaislands When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most. Robert Browning i-hatehatelove-is Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving! Robert Browning angeldreampast Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke! Robert Browning incensecatholicismstrong Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled! Robert Browning soulwingsmen Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy. Robert Browning thank-goddesirejoy The past is gained, secure, and on record. Robert Browning securerecordspast Since there my past life lies, why alter it? Robert Browning deceitlyingpast Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she! Robert Browning stormsleeplove Truth never hurt the teller. Robert Browning truthhurt A pretty woman's worth some pains to see, Robert Browning pretty-womanwomenpain In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now. Robert Browning morningheavenworld A man in armor is his armor's slave. Robert Browning armorslavemen The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride. Robert Browning pridemenfirsts Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, Robert Browning blowchildrenblood
