O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
ALEXANDER POPEO peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
ALEXANDER POPEAll are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
ALEXANDER POPEAn excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
ALEXANDER POPEPassions are the gales of life.
ALEXANDER POPEFools rush in where angels fear to tread.
ALEXANDER POPEThe vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
ALEXANDER POPELove the offender, yet detest the offense.
ALEXANDER POPEWhy did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
ALEXANDER POPETrue wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed.
ALEXANDER POPEIt 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.
ALEXANDER POPEA little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
ALEXANDER POPETo be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
ALEXANDER POPETrue ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
ALEXANDER POPEAll seems infected that th’ infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
ALEXANDER POPEExpression is the dress of thought.
ALEXANDER POPEThe people’s voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
ALEXANDER POPE