Quotes from Edward Young

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

[The] public path of life Is dirty.

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.

Friendship's the wine of life.

He sins against this life, who slights the next.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

They only babble who practise not reflection.

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

Wishing of all employments is the worst.

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

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Time elaborately thrown away.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.