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I love night more than day--she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.

Philip James Bailey

Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.

Philip James Bailey

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

Philip James Bailey

Right human relations is the only true peace.

Alice A. Bailey

It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer. You need less imagination to be a painter, because you can invent things. But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the ordinary.

David 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

Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

Philip James Bailey

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

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

He hath no power that hath not power to use.

Philip James Bailey

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.

Philip James Bailey

As proud as Lucifer.

Philip James Bailey

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.

Josiah Bailey

Faith is a higher faculty than reason.

Henry Christopher Bailey

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Philip James Bailey

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Philip James Bailey

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

Philip James Bailey

Surely the stars are images of love.

Philip James Bailey

The stars, Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields Of heaven.

Philip James Bailey

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

Philip James Bailey

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

Philip James Bailey

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

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

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

Philip James Bailey

Great thoughts, like great deeds, need No trumpet.

Philip James Bailey

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