Philip James Bailey

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

It matters not how long we live but how.

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.

Joys Are bubble like what makes them bursts them too.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

Imagination is the air of mind.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul

Music tells no truths.

Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.

Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.

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

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

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

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

What men call accident is God's own part.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

Kindness is wisdom.

America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.

The sole equality on earth is death.

The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.