Beauty draws us with a single hair.
ALEXANDER POPEWomen use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
More Alexander Pope Quotes
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Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
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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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All seems infected that th’ infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
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In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind’s concern is charity.
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Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser’s way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.
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Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.
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We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.
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An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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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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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!
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The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them.
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Every professional was once an amateur.
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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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