Top 100 Philip James Bailey Quotes

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

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#2. The truth of truths is love.

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#3. Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

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#4. Error is worse than ignorance.

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

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

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

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#8. The heart is its own Fate.

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

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

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#11. Death is another life.

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

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#13. The sole equality on earth is death.

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#14. 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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#15. Love spends his all, and still hath store.

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#16. Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

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

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#18. All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.

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

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#20. As the master so the valet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#28. 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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#29. When pride thaws, look for floods.

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#30. Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.

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

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#33. None but the brave and beautiful can love.

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

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#35. Evil then results from imperfection.

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

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#37. I am tired of looking on what is,
One might as well see beauty never more,
As look upon it with an empty eye.
I would this world were over. I am tired.

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#38. My favoured temple is an humble heart.

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

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#40. Life is as serious a thing as death.

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

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#42. The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them
God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.

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#43. Life hath more awe than death.

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

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

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#46. The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms; And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle.

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

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#48. 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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#49. 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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#50. The value of a thought cannot be told.

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#51. 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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#52. Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.

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

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#55. Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.

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#56. Every believer is God's miracle.

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

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

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#60. The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

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

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

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

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#65. He hath no power that hath not power to use.

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

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

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#68. 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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#69. Kindness is wisdom.

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#70. I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat of intellective time; Field of the soul 's best wisdom : home of truth , Star-throned.

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

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#72. 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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#73. The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

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#74. Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

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#75. Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.

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#76. Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#84. 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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#85. Imagination is the air of mind.

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#86. Let us think less of men and more of God.

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#87. The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

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#88. 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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#89. 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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#90. O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!

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

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#92. Life is less than nothing without love.

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

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#94. Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.

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

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

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

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#98. A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

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#99. Surely the stars are images of love.

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#100. Joys
Are bubble-like
what makes them bursts them too.

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