1,083 Quotes by Alexander Pope

A small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; / The circle mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, / Another still, and still another spreads.

Coffee, (which makes the politician wise, / And see thro' all things with his half-shut eyes).

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hol can never be a mouse of any soul.

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, / Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.

Tho' fortune change, his constant spouse remains, / Augments his joys, or mitigates his pains