Robert Browning

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....And, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

Autumn wins you best by this: its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Make us happy and you make us good.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.