337 Quotes by Edward Young

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

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

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

A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.