Alexander Pope, (1688-1744), English poet Quotes

By foreign hands thy humble grave (is) adorned: by strangers honored, by strangers mourned.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

All seems infected that the infected spy, as all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best, is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Curse on all laws but those that love has made.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a long time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.

An honest man is the best thing on the sod; but a mother and her babe are the noblest work of God.

When I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were rich.

There is nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship.