Will Young
Will Young
William Robert "Will" Youngis an English singer-songwriter and actor who came to prominence after winning the 2002 inaugural series of the British music contest Pop Idol, making him the first winner of the worldwide Idol franchise. His double A-sided debut single "Anything Is Possible" / "Evergreen" was released two weeks after the show's finale and became the fastest-selling debut single in the UK. Young also came in fifth place in World Idol performing his single "Light My Fire"...
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth20 January 1979
CityWokingham, England
The magic of property turns sand to gold.
The spirit or life spark which animates this manifestation could be called God.
The purpose creates the machine.
The self in a toroidal Universe can be both separate and connected with everything else.
Will posterity believe that, while the Press has swarmed with inflammatory productions that tend to prove the blessing of theoretical confusion and speculative licentiousness, not one writer of talent has been employed to refute and confound the fashionable doctrines, nor the least care taken to disseminate works of another complexion.
There is a great difference between a good physician and a bad one; yet very little between a good one and none at all.
God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man.
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.
The soft whispers of the God in man.
A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?