A Quote by Edward Young

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies? — © Edward Young
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?
Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.
Not infrequently, we encounter copies of important human beings; and here, too, as in the case of paintings, most people prefer the copies to the originals.
The circumstance which gives authors an advantage above all these great masters, is this, that they can multiply their originals; or rather, can make copies of their works, to what number they please, which shall be as valuable as the originals themselves.
There are more copies than originals among people.
Every man is born an original, but sadly, most men die copies.
History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies.
We live in a world of copies and we're fascinated when we encounter the originals (in a museum, for instance).
We do not ask to be born; and we do not ask to die. But born we are and die we must. We come into existence and we pass out of existence. And in neither case does high-handed fate await our ratification of its decree.
The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.
History, it is easily perceived, is a picture-gallery containing a host of copies and very few originals.
God makes originals not carbon copies. It's okay to be inspired by someone, but be bold enough to be yourself.
Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.
There is no doubt that each of us is born an individual. Why is it then that so many of us die carbon copies?
Why are we born? We're born eventually to die, of course. But what happens between the time we're born and we die? We're born to live. One is a realist if one hopes.
That's the whole challenge of life - to act with honor and hope and generosity, no whatter what you've drawn. You can't help when or what you were born, you may not be able to help how you die; but you can - and you should - try to pass the days between as a good man.
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