Alexander Pope

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Most women have no characters at all.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

True wit is nature to advantage dress'd; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

Niektórzy ludzie niczego się nie nauczą, bo wszystko rozumieją zbyt szybko.

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

Whate'er the passion - knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.

Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. - from Moral Essays

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown. (translation of Homer's Iliad)

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. (from Essay on Man)

All other goods by Fortune's hands are given; A wife is the peculiar gift of Heaven.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

It is with our judgments as with our watches: no two go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan: The proper study of mankind is man.

All nature is but art unknown to thee, All chance direction which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood.

'Tis well - but, Artists! who can paint or write, To draw the naked is your true delight: That robe of quality so struts and swells, None see what parts of nature it conceals. Th' exactest traits of body or of mind, We owe to models of an humble kind.

Vice 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.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.