What did Edward Young mean by: An angel’s arm can’t snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can’t confine me there. - Edward Young Poet · England Copy
+ Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen’d to the sun. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edward Young, Isolation, Neglect, Stagnation, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Feraz Zeid, September 15, 2023December 26, 2023, Edward Young, Backwards, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edward Young, Fire, Revenge, Sun, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ Nature delights in progress; in advance. Feraz Zeid, September 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Edward Young, Delight, Nature, Progress, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edward Young, Bliss, Wisdom, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ Poor in abundance, famish’d at a feast. Feraz Zeid, September 6, 2023December 24, 2023, Edward Young, Abundance, Discontent, Poor, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edward Young, Maturity, Personal Growth, Self-reflection, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
+ The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edward Young, Pleasure, 0 - Edward Young Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France