Alexander Pope Quotes | Quotes by Alexander Pope

1Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be Blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rest and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n.

2The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

3In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

4Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

5Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.

6True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

7A man who admires a fine woman, has yet not more reason to wish himself her husband, than one who admired the Hesperian fruit, would have had to wish himself the dragon that kept it.

8Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me; Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.

9So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

10There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

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

12Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

13Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

14Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.

15The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

16Whatever is, is right.

17She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.

18Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.

19Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

20All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.

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21It is sure the hardest science to forget!

22A 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.

23In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

24The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

25Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

26Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

27How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

28To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

29Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take鈥攁nd sometimes tea.

30Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.

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31Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

32And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

33To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

34And not a vanity is given in vain.

35But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Whom age, and long experience render wise.

36Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

37Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

38Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!

39Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

40Mark what unvary'd laws preserve each state, Laws wise as Nature, and as fixed as Fate.

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41But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

42Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

43Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

44The laughers are a majority.

45Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

46You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

47Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

48In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

49Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it

50What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

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51The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

52Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.

53Then sculpture and her sister arts revived; stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.

54At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

55They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

56As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

57Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.

58Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.

59When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

60Genius creates, and taste preserves.