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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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P. J. Bailey
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Evil is limited. One cannot form A scheme for universal evil.
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Every believer is God's miracle.
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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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Youth might be wise we suffer less from pains than pleasures.
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Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
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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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True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form, The bended knee, the eye uplift is all Which men need render all which God can bear. What to the faith are forms? A passing speck, A crow upon the sky.
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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.
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My favoured temple is an humble heart.
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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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For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
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It matters not how long we live but how.
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Music tells no truths.
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Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
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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 worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
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Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
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Evil then results from imperfection.
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The wind breathes not, and the wave Walks softly as above a grave.
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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.
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