Philip James Bailey Quotes
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The value of a thought cannot be told.
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Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
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Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.
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It matters not how long we live but how.
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How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
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Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
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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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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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Kindness is wisdom. There is none in lifeBut needs it, and may learn.
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The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
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The wind breathes not, and the wave Walks softly as above a grave.
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It is better in some respects to be admired by those with whom you live than to be loved by them; and this not on account of any gratification of vanity, but because admiration is so much more tolerant than love.
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Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
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More than half the difficulties of the world would be allayed or removed by the exhibition of good temper.
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When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study.
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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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The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
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Who never doubted never half believedWhere doubt there truth is-'t is her shadow.
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When pride thaws, look for floods.
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If all were rich, gold would be penniless.
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Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
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Kindness is wisdom.
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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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Death is another life.