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

Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!

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

Then welcome each rebuff
That turns earth's smoothness rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!
Be our joys three-parts pain!
Strive, and hold cheap the strain;
Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!