Quotes from Alexander Pope

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

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.

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

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on.

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

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

The zeal of fools offends at any time.

Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

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

If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.