Alexander Pope Quotes

True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance, ‘Tis not enough no Harshness gives Offence, The Sound must seem an Eccho to the Sense. Soft is the Strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth Stream in smoother Numbers flows; But when loud Surges lash […]

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; all chance, direction, which thou canst not see; all discord, harmony not understood; all partial evil, universal good.

When much dispute has past, We find our tenets just the same as last.

The wasting moth ne’er spoiled my best array; the cause was this, I wore it every day.

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

What would this man? Now upward will he soar, And little less than angel, would be more; Now looking downwards, just as griev’d appears To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears. Made for his use all creatures if he call, Say what their use, had he the pow’rs of all? Nature to […]

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

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

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

Be niggards of advice on no pretense, For the worst avarice is that of sense.