Quotes from Alexander Pope

For Forms of Government let fools contest whatever is best administered is best.

And he himself one vile antithesis.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, noneGo just alike, yet each believes his own.

Vital spark of heav'nly flame!Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Stuff the headWith all such reading as was never read:For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,And write about it, Goddess, and about it.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

Who shall decide when doctors disagree?

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.

"Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed" was the ninth beatitude.

There still remains, to mortify a wit,The many-headed monster of the pit.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call;She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all.

Health consists with temperance alone.

At ev'ry trifle scorn to take offense.

Such labored nothings, in so strange a style,Amaze th' unlearn'd, and make the learned smile.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

We poets are (upon a poet's word)Of all mankind the creatures most absurd:The season when to come, and when to go,To sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

Most women have no characters at all.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,Here earth and water seem to strive again,Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd:Where order in variety we see,And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.