Quotes By Thomas Gray

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

'Tis folly to be wise.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.