Edward Young Quotations | Page 3

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

Nature delights in progress; in advance.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

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

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Time elaborately thrown away.

It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

How science dwindles, and how volumes swell, How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun!

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.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

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.

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

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either. But when I placed myself in tune with what I believe to be the fundamental truths of life, when I began to develop my limited ability, to rid my mind of all kinds of tangled thoughts, and fill it with zeal and courage and love, when I gave myself a chance by treating myself decently and sensibly, I began to feel the stimulating, warm glow of happiness.

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.

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

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

Man wants but little; nor that little, long

Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall

To ""leave a sting within a brother's heart

Pity swells the tide of love.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Accept a miracle instead of wit and see two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem

Illustrious examples engross, prejudice, and intimidate. They engross our attention, and so prevent a due inspection of ourselves; they prejudice our judgment in favor of their abilities, and so lessen the sense of our own; and they intimidate us with the