Philip James Bailey Quotes
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Nature means Necessity.
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Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
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Not a single path Of thought I tread, but that it leads to God.
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The long days are no happier than the short ones.
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Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
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Doubt is the shadow of truth.
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Every believer is God's miracle.
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My favoured temple is an humble heart.
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Men of much depth of mind can bear a great deal of counsel; for it does not easily deface their own character, nor render their purposes indistinct.
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Life hath more awe than death.
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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.
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The strongest passion which I have is honor.
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Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
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Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power,-under-makers.
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Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
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It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.
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Love, like the opening of the heavens to the Saints, shows for a moment, even to the dullest man, the possibilities of the human race. He has faith, hope, and charity for another being, perhaps but a creation of his imagination: still it is a great advance for a man to be profoundly loving even in his imaginations.
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None but the brave and beautiful can love.
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The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
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Walk boldly and wisely.... There is a hand above that will help you on.
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Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.
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The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms; And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle.
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A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.
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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.