Quotes from Edward Young

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Independence existed for individual before liberty was established for all.

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

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear: Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.

By night an atheist half believes in God.

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.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

But if an Original, by being as excellent, as new, adds admiration to surprize, then we are at the writer's mercy; on the strong wing of his imagination, we are snatched from Britain to Italy, from climate to climate, from pleasure to pleasure; we have no home, no thought, of our own; till the magician drops his pen: And then falling down into ourselves, we awake to flat realities, lamenting the change, like the beggar who dreamt himself a prince.

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

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What mean we by genius, but the power of accomplishing great things without the means generally reputed necessary to that end?

What ardently we wish we soon believe

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

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

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

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.

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.

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.