Quotes from Edward Young

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.

Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

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

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.

The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.