Quotes By Alexander Pope

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

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.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

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.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

Passions are the gales of life.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

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

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.