Quotes By Alexander Pope

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Never find fault with the absent.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

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

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

The most positive men are the most credulous.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.