Quotes By Edward Young

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

They only babble who practise not reflection.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

By night an atheist half believes in a God.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.

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

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.