Edward Young

Edward Young was an English poet, best remembered for Night Thoughts.
Found 23 thoughts of Edward Young

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

Edward Young

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

Edward Young

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

Edward Young

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.

Edward Young

Too low they build who build below the skies.

Edward Young

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

Edward Young

I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either. But when I placed myself in tune with what I believe to be the fundamental truths of life, when I began to develop my limited ability, to rid my mind of all kinds of tangled thoughts, and fill it with zeal and courage and love, when I gave myself a chance by treating myself decently and sensibly, I began to feel the stimulating, warm glow of happiness.

Edward Young

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Edward Young

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

Edward Young

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

Edward Young

Accept a miracle instead of wit and see two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

Edward Young

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Edward Young

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Edward Young

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Edward Young

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

Edward Young

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

Edward Young

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

Edward Young

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Edward Young

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

Edward Young

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Edward Young

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

Edward Young

They only babble who practise not reflection.

Edward Young