Robert BrowningThinkers

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

Autumn is a season that wins one over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Boston is a hole.

Bread is sublime — if thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

Catholicism is good, strong, thick, stupefying incense smoke.

The City is a world of men.

Death is the grand perhaps.

Death is what makes life live, giving it its significance.

God is the perfect poet.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Less is more.