Philip James Bailey Quotes - Page 6

Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.

Error is worse than ignorance.

Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

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.

Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.

As the master so the valet.

Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.

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

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.

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.

Evil then results from imperfection.

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

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

Death is another life.

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

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

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!

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

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