Philip James Bailey Quotes
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Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
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Life is as serious a thing as death.
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Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
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Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
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Life is less than nothing without love.
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Simple ignorance has in its time been complimented by the names of most of the vices, and of all the virtues.
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The truth of truths is love.
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Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
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Surely the stars are images of love.
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None but God can fill the perfect whole.
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For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
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And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
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Always say a kind word if you can, if only that it may come in, perhaps, with singular opportuneness, entering some mournful man's darkened room, like a beautiful firefly, whose happy circumvolutions he cannot but watch, forgetting his many troubles.
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The sole equality on earth is death.
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Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
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I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts, Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.
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Music tells no truths.
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
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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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Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
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Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
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No doubt hard work is a great police agent. If everybody were worked from morning till night, and then carefully locked up, the register of crime might be greatly diminished. But what would become of human nature? Where would be the room for growth in such a system of things? It is through sorrow and mirth, plenty and need, a variety of passions, circumstances, and temptations, even through sin and misery, that men's natures are developed.
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Evil then results from imperfection.
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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.