Edward Young Quotes (140 Quotes)

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame Earth's highest station ends in Here he lies and Dust to dust concludes the noblest songs

Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause.

Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

Of mans miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, 'That all men are about to live.'

Poor is the friendless master of a world A world in purchase of a friend is gain.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

A Christian is the highest style of man.

Hell is the full knowledge of the truth when truth, resisted long, is sworn our foe, and calls eternity to do her right.

Ambition powerful source of good and ill.

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

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

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom but he who reflects not, never reaps has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

Reason is progressive instinct is complete swift instinct leaps slow reason feebly climbs.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

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

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

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

Shall man alone, for whom all else revives, No resurrection know Shall man alone, Imperial man be sown in barren ground, Less privileged than grain, on which he feeds.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Get up in the morning, catch the bus- you have to sit out there and wait. Then in the winter time, it gets cold and sit out there. It's not worth it in the end.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much to envy in the world.

Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

Night, sable goddess from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

Most pleasures, like flowers when gathered, die.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.