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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.
Philip James Bailey
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Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Philip James Bailey
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Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
Philip James Bailey
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Dreams are rudiments Of the great state to come. We dream what is About to happen.
Philip James Bailey
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Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
Philip James Bailey
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Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
Philip James Bailey
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Most terrors are but spectral illusions. Only have the courage of the man who could walk up to his spectre seated in the chair before him, and sit down upon it; the horrid thing will not partake the chair with you.
Philip James Bailey
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Imagination is the air of mind.
Philip James Bailey
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As the master so the valet.
Philip James Bailey
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Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.
Philip James Bailey
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They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
Philip James Bailey
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The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
Philip James Bailey
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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.
Philip James Bailey
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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.
Philip James Bailey
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Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
Philip James Bailey
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Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Philip James Bailey
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He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.
Philip James Bailey
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Wisdom is seldom gained without suffering.
Philip James Bailey
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The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Philip James Bailey
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The world will find out that part of your character which concerns it: that which especially concerns yourself, it will leave for you to discover.
Philip James Bailey
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Doubt is the shadow of truth.
Philip James Bailey
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Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
Philip James Bailey
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Nature means Necessity.
Philip James Bailey
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Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Philip James Bailey
