The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Edward Young
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Edward Young
The man who builds, and lacks where with to pay, provides a home from which to run away.
Edward Young
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; sands make the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles, life. Your care to trifles give, else you may die ere you have learned to live.
Edward Young