Quote #61
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
More from Edward Young
- While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
- Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
- Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
- Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
- We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
- Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtu…
- A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
- Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!