Quote #57
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
More from Edward Young
- Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
- We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
- By night an atheist half believes a God.
- Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
- Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
- While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
- 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad
- The man of wisdom is the man of years.