Robert Browning Men Quotations

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

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!

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

I.. know what I do, and am unmoved by men's blame, or their praise either.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side...

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.

Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.

Sorrow, the heart must bear, Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there. Many a circumstance, at least, Touches the very breast. For those Whom any sent away,--he knows: And in the live man's stead, Armor and ashes reach The house of each.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

A man in armor is his armor's slave.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change.

When is man strong until he feels alone? Colombe's Birthday

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!