Robert Browning

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest

Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat, the mist in my face

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay

He who did most, shall bear most; the strongest shall stand the most weak

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe

Genius has somewhat of the infantine; But of the childish not a touch or taint.

Our financial resources have run out and so the doors will soon be closing

Bang-whang-whang goes the drum, tootle-tetootle the fife; no keeping one's haunches still: it's the greatest pleasure in life

What most moved him was a certain meal on beans

It is best to be yourself, imperial, plain and true

There may be heaven; there must be hell; meantime, there is our earth here - well!

The first option is almost always covered. That's why the play is designed to create multiple opportunities

The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are

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

I will hold your hand but as long as all may, or so very little longer!

There's heaven above, and night by night I look right through its gorgeous roof

I was ever a fighter, so - one fight more, the best and the last!