Thomas GrayThinkers

Death is inevitable — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Edinburgh is that most picturesque (at a distance) and nastiest (when near) of all capital cities.

Fame is, all too often, never achieved though it be deserved — Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Glory is overrated — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Ignorance is wise where wisdom brings misery — where ignorance is bliss, Tis folly to be Wise.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Recognition is, all too often, never achieved though it be deserved — Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Sadness is never welcome — Sorrow never comes too late.

Talent is often never met with wide recognition — Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Wisdom is no wisdom if it brings misery — where ignorance is bliss, Tis folly to be Wise.