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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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Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.
Philip James Bailey
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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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The strongest passion which I have is honor.
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The world is a great poem, and the world's The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.
Philip James Bailey -
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
Philip James Bailey -
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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Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Philip James Bailey
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Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
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Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
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Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.
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The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
Philip James Bailey -
A great many wise sayings have been uttered about the effects of solitary retirement; but the motives which impel men to seek it are not more various than the effects which it produces on different individuals. One thing is certain, that those who can with truth affirm that they are "never less alone than when alone," might generally add that they never feel more lonely than when not alone.
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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.
Philip James Bailey
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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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When I forget that the stars shine in air – When I forget that beauty is in stars – When I forget that love with beauty is – Will I forget thee: till then all things else.
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I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat of intellective time; Field of the soul 's best wisdom : home of truth , Star-throned.
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Error is worse than ignorance.
Philip James Bailey