Edward Young Quotes

Man wants little, nor that little long.

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

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

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.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Final Ruin fiercely drives
Her plowshare o'er creation.

And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

For Rules, like Crutches, are a needful Aid to the Lame, tho' an impediment to the Strong.

What mean we by genius, but the power of accomplishing great things without the means generally reputed necessary to that end?

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;
Her monuments shall last when Egypt’s fall.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.