Edward Young Life Quotations

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

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

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

[The] public path of life Is dirty.

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

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

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

He sins against this life, who slights the next.

The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

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.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.