Philip James Bailey Quotations

Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.

What men call accident is God's own part.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

Life is less than nothing without love.

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.

Dreams are rudiments Of the great state to come. We dream what is About to happen.

Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.

The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

The world is a great poem, and the world's The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.

Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.

It matters not how long we live but how.

I have a heart with room for every joy .

Imagination is the air of mind.

Walk boldly and wisely.... There is a hand above that will help you on.

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.

It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness; But it is worse to feel the heart-spring gone, To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, And feel all things go to decay within us.

The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance.

He hath no power that hath not power to use.

Doubt is the shadow of truth.

Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.

If all were rich, gold would be penniless.

Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.

None but God can fill the perfect whole.

What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

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.

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.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

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.

Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.

My favoured temple is an humble heart.

When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study.

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.

There is no disappointment we endure one-half so great as what we are to ourselves.

Surely the stars are images of love.

Death is another life.

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.

The temples perish, but the God still lives.

Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.

Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.

Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which Men are and ought to be accountable,-- If not to Thee, to those they influence.

It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.

Not a single path Of thought I tread, but that it leads to God.

One thought settles a life, an immortality.

The value of a thought cannot be told.

The wind breathes not, and the wave Walks softly as above a grave.

Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee.

Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.

We live not to ourselves, our work is life.

Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.

Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.

We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.

The goodness of the heart is shown in deeds Of peacefulness and kindness. Hand and heart Are one thing with the good, as thou should'st be. Do my words trouble thee? then treasure them, Pain overgot gives peace, as death doth Heaven. All things that speak of Heaven speak of peace.

Evil is limited. One cannot form A scheme for universal evil.

Evil then results from imperfection.

Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.

Let us think less of men and more of God.

O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!

All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.

The strongest passion which I have is honor.

Life is as serious a thing as death.

Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.

None but the brave and beautiful can love.

The truth of truths is love.

All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.

Where doubt there truth is - 'tis her shadow.

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.

The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.

It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!

Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.

Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.

Every believer is God's miracle.