Robert Browning Quote

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

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days