Robert Browning

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

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.

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.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Love is energy of life.

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