Quotes from Alexander Pope

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.

If I am right Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay If I am wrong O teach my heart To find that better way!

Genius creates, and taste preserves.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

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

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.

The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, is the cause of Man's error and misery.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. So is a lot.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.

Index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of Science by the tail. Index-learning is a term used to mock pretenders who acquire superficial knowledge merely by consulting indexes.

That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep or taste not the Pierian spring Their shallow draughts intoxicate the brain And drinking largely sobers us again.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.

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

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.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.