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Joanna Baillie Quotes

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A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

Dreams full oft are found of real events the forms and shadows.

From the sad years of life we sometimes do short hours, yea, minutes strike, keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten; which, through the dreary gloom of time o'erpast, shine like fair sunny spots on a wild waste.

Half uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half veiled beauty is more precious than the whole.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl.

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

I believe the earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions, to which a moving crowd is forever pressing.

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

If my heart were not light, I would die.

O lovely Sisters! is it true That they are all inspired by you, And write by inward magic charm'd, And high enthusiasm warm'd?

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

She who only finds her self-esteem in admiration, depends on others for her daily food and is the very servant of her slaves. - Over men she may exert a childish power, which not ennobles, but degrades her state.

Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; whose sluggish minds, even in fair honor's field, still on their dinner turn.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.
[One Day]

That looked as though an angel, in his upward flight, had left his mantle floating in mid-air.

The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear, for that were stupid and irrational; but he whose noble soul subdues its fear, and bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

The inward sighs of humble penitence rise to the ear of heaven, when pealed hymns are scattered to the common air.

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