Quotes by : Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.

Better farPursue a frivolous trade by serious means,Than a sublime art frivolously.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which....

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!And yet they seem alive and quiveringAgainst my tremulous....

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his....

And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch....

Oh to be in England Now that April's there.

Light tomorrow with today.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.