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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
~ Robert Browning - [Song and Singing]
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Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.
~ Robert Browning - [Truth]
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The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are.
~ Robert Browning - [Uncertainty]
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Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
~ Robert Browning - [Joy]
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Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
~ Robert Browning - [Lovers]
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Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
~ Robert Browning - [Missionaries]
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Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.
~ Robert Browning - [Fiction]
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A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's heaven for?
~ Robert Browning - [Goals]
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