Alexander Pope

21 May 1688 // 30 May 1744


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Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, tenets with books, and principles with times
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action
Years following years steal something every day; at last they steal us from ourselves away
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday
Some praise at morning what they blame at night, But always think the last opinion right
For he lives twice who can at once employ the present well, and even the past enjoy
To err is human, to forgive, divine
At every word a reputation dies
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found
When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."