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We live in deeds, not years in thoughts, not breaths In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
Philip James Bailey
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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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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.
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I cannot be content with less than heaven.
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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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Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness and the moon, Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
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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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Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
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Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
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Death, thou art infinite it is life is little.
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Dreams are rudiments Of the great state to come. We dream what is About to happen.
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What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
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Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
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