Quotes from Alexander Pope

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

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.

For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance. And men must walk at least before they dance.

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

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

Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.

What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

True self-love and social are the same.