Philip James Bailey

Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.

— Philip James Bailey

The value of a thought cannot be told.

— Philip James Bailey

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

— Philip James Bailey

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

— Philip James Bailey

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

— Philip James Bailey

What men call accident is God's own part.

— Philip James Bailey

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

— Philip James Bailey

Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.

— Philip James Bailey

Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.

— Philip James Bailey

Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.

— 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

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

— 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

I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an…

— Philip James Bailey

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

— 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

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

— Philip James Bailey

I cannot be content with less than heaven.

— Philip James Bailey

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

— Philip James Bailey

None but the brave and beautiful can love.

— 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

Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become…

— Philip James Bailey

The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

— Philip James Bailey

Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.

— Philip James Bailey

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

— Philip James Bailey

Worthy books Are not companions – they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.

— Philip James Bailey