Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Quote by Alexander Pope

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Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins...

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins...

'Tis true, perfection none must hope to find in all the world, much less in...

'Tis true, perfection none must hope to find in all the world, much less in...

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

At every trifle take offence, that always shows great pride or little sense.

At every trifle take offence, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Good God! How often are we to die before we go quite off this stage?...

Good God! How often are we to die before we go quite off this stage?...

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice...

A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice...

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:...

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:...

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like...

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like...

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every...

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every...

My garden, like my life, seems to me every year to want correction and require...

My garden, like my life, seems to me every year to want correction and require...

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful...

Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful...

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or...

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or...

Honor and shame from no condition rise; act well your part, there all the honor...

Honor and shame from no condition rise; act well your part, there all the honor...

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

What a man knows hardly matters. It is what he does.

What a man knows hardly matters. It is what he does.