Top 61 Baillie's Quotes
#1. Thinking is the subtlest form of self-polemics, the art of a certain finesse in psychological self-vivisection and self-crucifixion (Hegel of course called the path of self-disillusion the via dolorosa or "highway of despair," in Baillie's fine and florid rendering, like Jesus' route to Golgotha).
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#2. Amongst the many trials to which the human mind is subjected, that of holding intercourse, real or imaginary, with the world of spirits: of finding itself alone with a being terrific and awful, whose nature and power are unknown, has been justly considered the most severe.
Joanna Baillie
#3. Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.
Joanna Baillie
#4. Tis ever thus: indulgence spoils the base;
Raising up pride, and lawless turbulence,
Like noxious vapors from the fulsome marsh
When morning shines upon it.
Joanna Baillie
#5. Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.
Joanna Baillie
#6. Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.
Joanna Baillie
#7. O lovely Sisters! is it true That they are all inspired by you, And write by inward magic charm'd, And high enthusiasm warm'd?
Joanna Baillie
#8. This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.
Joanna Baillie
#9. It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man ...
Joanna Baillie
#10. I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!
Joanna Baillie
#11. There is a sight all hearts beguiling
A youthful mother to her infant smiling,
Who with spread arms and dancing feet,
A cooing voice, returns its answer sweet.
Joanna Baillie
#12. Give me a stout heart to bear my own burdens. Give me a willing heart to bear the burdens of others. Give me a believing heart to cast all burdens upon Thee, O Lord.
John Baillie
#13. She who only finds her self-esteem
In others' admiration, begs an alms;
Depends on others for her daily food,
And is the very servant of her slaves;
Tho' oftentimes, in a fantastic hour,
O'er men she may a childish pow'r exert,
Which not ennobles but degrades her state.
Joanna Baillie
#14. Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.
Joanna Baillie
#15. Every action has a consequence - some you can't take back.
Owen Baillie
#16. It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
Joanna Baillie
#17. Tis ever thus when favours are denied;
All had been granted but the thing we beg:
And still some great unlikely substitute
Your life, your soul, your all of earthly good
Is proffer'd, in the room of one small boon.
Joanna Baillie
#18. Speak Thou in my words today, think in my thoughts, and work in all my deeds ...
John Baillie
#19. But dreams full oft are found of real events
The form and shadows.
Joanna Baillie
#20. Busy work brings after ease; Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; For young and old, of all degrees, The mingled lot is best.
Joanna Baillie
#21. The inward sighs of humble penitence
Rise to the ear of Heaven, when peal'd hymns
Are scatter'd with the sounds of common air.
Joanna Baillie
#22. Everyone knows how creative the Scots are.
They're always sculpting, painting, singing songs, & writing plays.
They invented television, the telephone, & deep-fried Mars bars.
David Baillie
#23. Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.
Joanna Baillie
#27. The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.
Joanna Baillie
#28. Have I today done anything to fulfill the purpose for which Thou didst cause me to be born?
John Baillie
#29. Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.
Joanna Baillie
#30. Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
Joanna Baillie
#31. But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.
Joanna Baillie
#32. Forbid that I should walk through Thy beautiful world with unseeing eyes.
John Baillie
#33. The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial; but there doth live a Power that to the battle girdeth the weak.
Joanna Baillie
#34. Words of affection, howsoe'er expressed, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Joanna Baillie
#35. He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.
Joanna Baillie
#36. I am as one
Who doth attempt some lofty mountain's height,
And having gained what to the upcast eye
The summit's point appear'd, astonished sees
Its cloudy top, majestic and enlarged,
Towering aloft, as distant as before.
Joanna Baillie
#37. Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
Joanna Baillie
#38. Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
Joanna Baillie
#39. I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!
Joanna Baillie
#41. I thank Thee, O Lord, that Thou hast so set eternity within my heart that no earthly thing can ever satisfy me wholly.
John Baillie
#42. My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.
Joanna Baillie
#43. War is honorable
In those who do their native rights maintain;
In those whose swords an iron barrier are
Between the lawless spoiler and the weak;
But is, in those who draw th' offensive blade
For added power or gain, sordid and despicable
As meanest office of the worldly churl.
Joanna Baillie
#44. The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare trust.
Joanna Baillie
#45. O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
Joanna Baillie
#46. Cast down, O Lord, all the forces of cruelty and wrong. Defeat all selfish and worldly-minded schemes, and prosper all that is conceived among us in the spirit of Christ and carried out to the honour of His blessed name. Amen.
John Baillie
#47. The very fact that a man is thankful implies someone to be thankful to.
John Baillie
#48. The evidence for Christian truth is not exhaustive, but it is sufficient. Too often, Christianity has not been tried and found wanting - it has been found demanding, and not tried.
John Baillie
#49. To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,
these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.
Joanna Baillie
#50. Stand there, damn'd meddling villain, and be silent;
For if thou utt'rest but a single word,
A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech,
I'll send thy cursed spirit from the earth,
To bellow with the damn'd!
Joanna Baillie
#51. A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
Joanna Baillie
#52. He asks too much to whom God is not sufficient.
John Baillie
#54. Faith is the proper name of religious experience.
John Baillie
#55. A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.
Joanna Baillie
#56. Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
Joanna Baillie
#57. My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
John Baillie
#58. I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.
Joanna Baillie
#59. Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye
Joanna Baillie
#60. I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Joanna Baillie
#61. Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie
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