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. – Robert Browning
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. – Robert Browning
Thats the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! – Robert Browning
Finds progress, mans distinctive mark alone, Not Gods, and not the beasts God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. – Robert Browning
I remember being in Atlantic City once when I was 18 or 19, and a sea of people were screaming and pulling their hair because I was there. It was weird. Nobody deserves adulation like that. I tried to explain it to my kids once. I said, Mommy used to be kind of cool, kind of like a Britney Spears. – Genie Francis