Edward Young Quotes

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.

A God alone can comprehend a God.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.

Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

[The] public path of life Is dirty.

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees