Robert Browning

"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."

"What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew."

"A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with."

"Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?"

"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."

"It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least."