Philip James Bailey Quotes & Sayings

The sole equality on earth is death. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

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

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

Life hath more awe than death. — Philip James Bailey

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

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow. — Philip James Bailey

Let us think less of men and more of God. — Philip James Bailey

The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all. — Philip James Bailey

Hell is the wrath of God
His hate of sin. — Philip James Bailey

Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good. — Philip James Bailey

I have a heart with room for every joy . — Philip James Bailey

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow. — Philip James Bailey

Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud. — Philip James Bailey

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets; and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,-under-makers. — Philip James Bailey

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

Surely the stars are images of love. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Death is another life. — Philip James Bailey

Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes. — Philip James Bailey

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade. — Philip James Bailey

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

Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things
law and war. — Philip James Bailey

Naught but God Can satisfy the soul. — Philip James Bailey

The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it. — Philip James Bailey

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

The heart is its own Fate. — Philip James Bailey

England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee! — Philip James Bailey

Life's but a means unto an end, that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things
God. — Philip James Bailey

Men might be better if we better deemed of them. — Philip James Bailey

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow. — Philip James Bailey

My favoured temple is an humble heart. — Philip James Bailey

Evil then results from imperfection. — Philip James Bailey

He hath no power that hath not power to use. — Philip James Bailey

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life But needs it and may learn. — Philip James Bailey

Walk boldly and wisely ... There is a hand above that will help you on. — Philip James Bailey

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

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. — Philip James Bailey

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

The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing. — Philip James Bailey

None but God can fill the perfect whole. — Philip James Bailey

Nature means Necessity. — Philip James Bailey

Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed. — Philip James Bailey

The ground of all great thoughts is sadness. — Philip James Bailey

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art. — Philip James Bailey

Evil is limited. One cannot form
A scheme for universal evil. — Philip James Bailey

The temples perish, but the God still lives. — Philip James Bailey

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens. — Philip James Bailey

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful! — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell. — Philip James Bailey

Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures. — Philip James Bailey

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul! — Philip James Bailey

Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven. — Philip James Bailey

It matters not how long we live but how. — Philip James Bailey

I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts,
Each one of which down hurls me to the ground. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth. — Philip James Bailey

The long days are no happier than the short ones. — Philip James Bailey

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little. — Philip James Bailey

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

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay. — Philip James Bailey

Every believer is God's miracle. — Philip James Bailey

Hell is more bearable than nothingness. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

If all were rich, gold would be penniless. — Philip James Bailey

Joys
Are bubble-like
what makes them bursts them too. — Philip James Bailey

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

The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them
God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel. — Philip James Bailey

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

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. — Philip James Bailey

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses. — Philip James Bailey

Art is man's nature; nature is God's art. — Philip James Bailey

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

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Error is worse than ignorance. — Philip James Bailey

Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest. — Philip James Bailey

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

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. — Philip James Bailey

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

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best. — Philip James Bailey

Where doubt there truth is - 'tis her shadow. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts. — Philip James Bailey

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. — Philip James Bailey

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

None but the brave and beautiful can love. — Philip James Bailey

Life is as serious a thing as death. — Philip James Bailey

Life is less than nothing without love. — Philip James Bailey

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