All may do what has by man been done.
—Edward Young
Topics: Encouragement
The noontide sun is dark, and music discord, when the heart is low.
—Edward Young
Too low they build who build beneath the stars.
—Edward Young
Topics: Aspirations, Goals
Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
—Edward Young
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
—Edward Young
Topics: Envy
Man, know thyself; all wisdom centres there.
—Edward Young
Topics: Self-Knowledge
In our world death deputes intemperance to do the work of age.
—Edward Young
A God all mercy, were a God unjust.
—Edward Young
Topics: Mercy
Most pleasures, like flowers, when gathered, die.
—Edward Young
Topics: Pleasure
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, produce their debt, instead of their discharge.
—Edward Young
Topics: Ancestry
Death is the crown of life; were it denied, to live would not be life, and even fools would wish to die.—Death wounds to cure; we fall to rise and reign; spring from our fetters; fasten in the skies.
—Edward Young
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth; nature is Christian, preaches to mankind, and bids dead matter aid us in our creed.
—Edward Young
Topics: Nature
Who fails to grieve when just occasion calls, or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest: inhuman, or effeminate, his heart.
—Edward Young
Topics: Grief
Who would not give a trifle to prevent what he would give a thousand worlds to cure?
—Edward Young
O sacred solitude! divine retreat! choice of the prudent! envy of the great! by thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, we count fair wisdom.
—Edward Young
Topics: Solitude
Count that day lost, whose slow descending sun views from thine hand no worthy action done.
—Edward Young
Topics: Time
None think the great unhappy but the great.
—Edward Young
Topics: Happiness, Unhappiness, Opportunities, Reality
Friendship is the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure
—Edward Young
Topics: Wine
All feeling of futurity benumbed; all Godlike passion for externals quenched; all relish of realities expired; imbruted every faculty divine; heart buried in the rubbish of the world.
—Edward Young
A soul without reflection, like a pile without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
—Edward Young
Topics: Reflection
‘Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
—Edward Young
Topics: Sadness
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.
—Edward Young
Too low they build who build below the skies.
—Edward Young
Topics: Ambition
Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
—Edward Young
Topics: Goals, Stars
Earth’s highest station ends in “Here he lies;” and “Dust to dust” concludes the noblest songs.
—Edward Young
They build too low who build beneath the skies.
—Edward Young
Topics: Ambition
Faith is not only a means of obeying, but a principal act of obedience; not only an altar on which to sacrifice, but a sacrifice itself, and perhaps, of all, the greatest. It is a submission of our understandings; an oblation of our idolized reason to God, which he requires so indispensably, that our whole will and affections, though seemingly a larger sacrifice, will not, without it, be received at his hands.
—Edward Young
Topics: Faith
Wishing—the constant hectic of the fool.
—Edward Young
Topics: Wishes
He that is ungrateful has no guilt but one; all other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
—Edward Young
Topics: Ingratitude
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
—Edward Young
Topics: Praise