A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. Edward Young inhabitantpilereflection Change image and share on social
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire. Edward Young beginbirthdeath Change image and share on social
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves. Edward Young manmortal Change image and share on social
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done. Edward Young bakedreamfuture Change image and share on social
