His sense of the difference between one man and another would have made the thought of melting them into a lump called humanity simply loathsome and prosaic.

It would have been to him like playing four hundred beautiful airs at once.

The mixture would not combine all, it would lose all.

Browning believed that to every man that ever lived upon this earth had been given a definite and peculiar confidence of God.

Each one of us was engaged on secret service; each one of us had a peculiar message; each one of us was the founder of a religion.