Edward Young Quotes

A Christian is the highest style of man.

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

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

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

Accept a miracle instead of wit,—
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

Truth never was indebted to a lie.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Heaven’s Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,—a naked human heart.

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

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

None think the great unhappy but the great.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene

Final Ruin fiercely drives
Her plowshare o'er creation.

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:
Who does the best his circumstance allows
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.