Quotes By Alexander Pope

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

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.

The most positive men are the most credulous.

Passions are the gales of life.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

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

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

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

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

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.

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

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

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

The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.