Philip James Bailey Quotes
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Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.
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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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See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
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Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
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America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
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Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
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Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
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Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
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It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
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Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
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Every believer is God's miracle.
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All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
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We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
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Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
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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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Life is less than nothing without love.
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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
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Evil is limited. One cannot form A scheme for universal evil.
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A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.
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I have a heart with room for every joy .
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The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
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The wind breathes not, and the wave Walks softly as above a grave.
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The temples perish, but the God still lives.
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We live not to ourselves, our work is life.
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
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Men might be better if we better deemed of them.
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Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
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Doubt is the shadow of truth.
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My favoured temple is an humble heart.
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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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