Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man’s erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
ALEXANDER POPELet fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
More Alexander Pope Quotes
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True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed.
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The people’s voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
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The most positive men are the most credulous.
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There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
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Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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This long disease, my life.
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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man’s own eyes when they look upon his own person.
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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.
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Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands; in unskillful, the most mischievous.
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
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What is it to be wise? ‘Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others’ faults, and feel our own.
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The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them.
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It often happens that those are the best people whose characters have been most injured by slanderers: as we usually find that to be the sweetest fruit which the birds have been picking at.
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Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.
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A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
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