Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
Edward Young
Profession: Poet Nationality: British
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile – The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
