The people’s voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
ALEXANDER POPEVice 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.
More Alexander Pope Quotes
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Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
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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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The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
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Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
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Teach me to feel another’s woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
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Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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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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As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.
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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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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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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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Truth needs not flowers of speech.
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For what I have publish’d, I can only hope to be pardon’d; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais’d.
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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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