Gamaliel Bailey


American Journalist, Abolitionist, Editor and Publisher

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Earth's liquid jewelry, wrought of the air.

Walk boldly and wisely in the light thou hast; there is a hand above will help thee on.

Every believer is God's miracle.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on the dial; we should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Grief hallows hearts even while it ages heads.

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

It is sad to think how few our pleasures really are, and for which we risk eternal good.

What men call accident is the doing of God's providence.

Let each man think himself an act of God; his mind a thought, his life a breath of God.

Who never doubted, never half believed. - Where doubt is, there truth is - it is her shadow.

Men might be better if we deemed better of them. - The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.

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.

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

That a majority of the Abolitionists in this place would patronize a free labor store, in preference to others, I do not doubt; but we do not muster money in Cincinnati.

The best enjoyment is half disappointment to what we intend or would have in this world.

The death-bed of a clay, how beautiful!

The firefly only shines when on the wing; so it is with the mind; when we rest we darken.

America - half-brother of the world.

The sun-god's crest upon his azure shield, the heavens.

As nightingales feed on glow worms, so poets live upon the living light of nature and beauty.

There is a large body of abolitionists in Clinton and Clark Counties in this state, and in Wayne County Indiana, that would undoubtedly support such a store, but whether their support would be sufficient, I am unable to say.

Both man and womankind belie their nature when they are not kind.

They who forgive most, shall be most forgiven.

Dew-drops - nature's tears, which she sheds on 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.

Thou wind! which art the unseen similitude of God the Spirit, his most sweet and mightiest sign.

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American Journalist, Abolitionist, Editor and Publisher