Quotes
Quotes - Bailey
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
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.
Men might be better if we better deemed
Of them. The worst way to improve the world
Is to condemn it.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God.
Who never doubted never half believed
Where doubt there truth is--'t is her shadow.
America thou half-brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
Music tells no truths.
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
We live in deeds, not years: In thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
The worst men often give the best advice.
You never find yourself until you face the truth.
America! half brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land.
Art is Man's nature. Nature is God's art.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Blessing star forth forever; but a curse Is like a cloud--it passes.
Worthy books Are not companions--they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Defining night by darkness, death by dust.
Our similarities are different.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
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.
