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Danh ngôn của Robert Browning (Sứ mệnh: 9)

A minute's success pays the failure of years.
God is the perfect poet.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Love is energy of life.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
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.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
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.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.