Sunday, August 28, 2011

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths

      by Philip James Bailey


open used multicolored cans of paint and brushes sitting on painted abstract canvas

























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.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.
The dead have all the glory of the world.


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