Quotes by Alexander Pope
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Never find fault with the absent.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Many people are capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,The proper study of Mankind is Man.
But thousands die without or this or that, die, and endow a college, or a cat: To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Tenrich a bastard, or a son they hate.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head. Intelligence
In words as fashions the same rule will hold,Alike fantastic if too new or oldBe not the first by whome the new are tried,Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
An honest man is the noblest work of God.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
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
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.
An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded.
Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
