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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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The strongest passion which I have is honor.
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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.
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And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
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It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
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Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
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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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The heart is its own Fate.
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None but God can fill the perfect whole.
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As the master so the valet.
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The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
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I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
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Nature means Necessity.
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Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
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Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
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I have a heart with room for every joy .
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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.
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All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
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America, thou half-brother of the world with something good and bad of every land.
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The sole equality on earth is death.
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
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