Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; these are its sign and note and character. — Robert Browning Hamilton
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age with the dream of, meet death with. — Robert Browning Hamilton
All june I bound the rose in sheaves, now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. — Robert Browning Hamilton
Better have failed in the high aim, as i, than vulgarly in the low aim succeed as, God be thanked! I do not. — Robert Browning Hamilton
But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, if bent on groaning ever for the past? — Robert Browning Hamilton
Finds progress, man’s distinctive mark alone, not God’s, and not the beast’s; — Robert Browning Hamilton
God’s justice, tardy though it prove perchance, rests never on the track until it reach delinquency. — Robert Browning Hamilton
It is the glory and good of art, that art remains the one way possible of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least. — Robert Browning Hamilton
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! and the little less, and what worlds away. — Robert Browning Hamilton
Only I discern infinite passion, and the pain of finite hearts that yearn. — Robert Browning Hamilton
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o’er the land, breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. — Robert Browning Hamilton
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven what were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. — Robert Browning Hamilton
Why comes temptation but for man to meet and master and make crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph? — Robert Browning Hamilton
