Edward Young Quotes

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

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

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

That life is long which answers life's great end.

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

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

Unlearned men of books assume the care,
As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

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

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

And all may do what has by man been done.

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

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

By night an atheist half believes a God.