Alexander Pope Quotes

Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.

Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.

We may see the small Value God has for Riches, by the People he gives the

Oh let me live my own! and die so too! ("To live and die is all I have to do:") Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

Some who grow dull religious straight commenceAnd gain in morals what they lose in sense.

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole.

For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e’en the past enjoy.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile

For forms of Government let fools contest. Whate'er is best administered is best.

Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.

Know thy own point: this kind, this due degreeOf blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.

The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, is the cause of Man's error and misery.

All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!

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There is no study that is not capable of delighting us, after a little application to it.

Make use of every friend— and every foe.

For when success a lover's toil attends, Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends

Most critics, fond of subservient artstill make the whole depend upon a part.They talk of principles, but notions prizeAnd all to one loved folly sacrifice.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, ...

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d

For fools admire but men of sense approve.

When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole Whose body Nature is and God the soul.

Till tired he sleeps and life's poor play is o'er.

Men would be angels Angels would be gods.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul.

Thus education forms the common mind Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

'Tis education forms the common mind Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

To err is human to forgive divine.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

The world forgetting by the world forgot.

How shall I love the sin yet keep the sense And love the offender yet detest the offence?

To err is human to forgive divine.

There is nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship.

He mounts the storm and walks upon the wind.

And all who told it added something new And all who heard it made enlargements too.