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The heart is its own Fate.
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The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Philip James Bailey
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Not a single path Of thought I tread, but that it leads to God.
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Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.
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Every believer is God's miracle.
Philip James Bailey -
Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
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Imagination is the air of mind.
Philip James Bailey -
My favoured temple is an humble heart.
Philip James Bailey
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Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
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Life hath more awe than death.
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Men might be better if we better deemed Of them. The worst way to improve the worldIs to condemn it.
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Men might be better if we better deemed of them.
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Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
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A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.
Philip James Bailey
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The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
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Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
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Let us think less of men and more of God.
Philip James Bailey -
Walk boldly and wisely.... There is a hand above that will help you on.
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The world will tolerate many vices, but not their diminutives.
Philip James Bailey -
The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
Philip James Bailey
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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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Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
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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.
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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.
Philip James Bailey