The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jury-men may dine
Quote by Alexander Pope
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by...
Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful...
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
True, conscious honour is to feel no sin; he's armed without that's innocent within.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one...
T is true,t is certain; man though dead retains, Part of himself: the immortal mind...
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be...
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.