The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance. Philip James Bailey More Quotes by Philip James Bailey More Quotes From Philip James Bailey The strongest passion which I have is honor. Philip James Bailey strongest passion honor He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow. Philip James Bailey sorrow knows heart 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 beard sunshine gold When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study. Philip James Bailey lamps study night Surely the stars are images of love. Philip James Bailey images-of-love stars What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies? Philip James Bailey scripture stars sky He hath no power that hath not power to use. Philip James Bailey power use A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure. Philip James Bailey poet sea love-is The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms; And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle. Philip James Bailey light feelings sweet Life hath more awe than death. Philip James Bailey life-death awe life We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; Philip James Bailey feelings time years Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell. Philip James Bailey coal envy hot The sole equality on earth is death. Philip James Bailey sole equality earth Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow. Philip James Bailey peeping lips snow Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep. Philip James Bailey dew tears night All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good. Philip James Bailey good-man goodness race O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls! Philip James Bailey soul earth god Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts Philip James Bailey dear-lord soul god Evil then results from imperfection. Philip James Bailey imperfection results evil Evil is limited. One cannot form Philip James Bailey schemes form evil
