Quotes by Alexander Pope
In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
It is with our judgments as with our watches; no two go just alike, yet each believes his own.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit. Art
True disputants are like true sportsman: their whole delight is in the pursuit.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
All seems infected that the infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
The general cry is against ingratitude, but the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity; none but direct villains are capable of willful ingratitude; but almost everybody is capable of thinking he hath done more that another deserves, while the other thinks he hath received less than he deserves.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
The way of the creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the great harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife, To help me through this long disease, my life;
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Wit is the lowest form of humor. Humor
To err is human; to forgive, divine. Forgiveness
Vast chain of Being, which from God began, Natures aethereal, human, angel, man,...
