1,083 Quotes by Alexander Pope

By false learning is good sense defaced

In search of wit these lose their common sense

Know thy own point: this kind, this due degreeOf blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.

Act well your part; there all the honour lies.

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

Errare è umano, perdonare divino.

Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.

Make use of every friend— and every foe.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...