Philip James Bailey Quotes

#1. Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

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#2. Error is worse than ignorance.

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#3. I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts,
Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.

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#4. Men might be better if we better deemed of them.

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#5. For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

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#6. The heart is its own Fate.

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#7. Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.

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#8. Dreams are rudiments
Of the great state to come. We dream what is
About to happen.

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#9. Death is another life.

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#10. Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

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#11. The sole equality on earth is death.

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#12. Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.

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#13. Love spends his all, and still hath store.

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#14. Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

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#15. It matters not how long we live but how.

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#16. Life's but a means unto an end, that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things
God.

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#17. As the master so the valet.

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#18. The temples perish, but the God still lives.

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#19. Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.

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#20. Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

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#21. England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!

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#22. Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world
Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ
the one great word
Well worth all languages in earth or heaven.

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#23. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

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#24. How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!

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#25. Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.

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#26. Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which
Men are and ought to be accountable,
If not to Thee, to those they influence.

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#27. Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.

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#28. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

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#29. Evil then results from imperfection.

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#30. All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.

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#31. My favoured temple is an humble heart.

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#32. When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study.

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#33. Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

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#34. It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.

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#35. Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.

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#36. For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.

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#37. See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

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#38. True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form,
The bended knee, the eye uplift; is all
Which men need render; all which God can bear.
What to the faith are forms? A passing speck,
A crow upon the sky.

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#39. The value of a thought cannot be told.

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#40. Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.

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#41. Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets; and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,-under-makers.

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#42. Thou art a woman,
And that is saying the best and worst of thee.

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#43. Every believer is God's miracle.

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#44. The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

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#45. He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

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#46. Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

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#47. Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

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#48. Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.

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#49. It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.

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#50. We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.

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#51. Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.

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#52. Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life But needs it and may learn.

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#53. Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.

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#54. Kindness is wisdom.

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#55. Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.

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#56. The world is a great poem, and the world's
The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.

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#57. The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

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#58. Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

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#59. Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.

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#60. The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.

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#61. He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.

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#62. None but God can fill the perfect whole.

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#63. The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

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#64. Walk boldly and wisely ... There is a hand above that will help you on.

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#65. We live not to ourselves, our work is life.

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#66. Could I love less, I should be happier now.

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#67. Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.

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#68. When I forget that the stars shine in air
When I forget that beauty is in stars
When I forget that love with beauty is
Will I forget thee: till then all things else.

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#69. Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers;
How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd,
Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell,
Thus it is in the world-hive; most where men
Lie deep in cities as in drifts.

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#70. Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things
law and war.

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#71. Life is less than nothing without love.

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#72. Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.

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#73. We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.

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#74. Evil is limited. One cannot form
A scheme for universal evil.

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#75. What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

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#76. Surely the stars are images of love.

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#77. Where doubt there truth is - 'tis her shadow.

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#78. The strongest passion which I have is honor.

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#79. Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.

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#80. The long days are no happier than the short ones.

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#81. Nature means Necessity.

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#82. And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

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#83. Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.

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#84. Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts
The world were poor in thanks, though every soul
Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade
Of grass, and every atomie of earth
To utter it like dew.

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#85. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

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#86. Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

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#87. There is no disappointment we endure one-half so great as what we are to ourselves.

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#88. Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.

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#89. Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.

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#90. Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.

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#91. Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

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#92. One thought settles a life, an immortality.

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#93. The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance.

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#94. Not a single path
Of thought I tread, but that it leads to God.

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#95. It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.

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#96. The wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave.

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#97. If all were rich, gold would be penniless.

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#98. Hell is the wrath of God
His hate of sin.

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#99. Doubt is the shadow of truth.

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#100. The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

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