The People's voice is odd; It is, and it is not, the voice of God

Quote by Alexander Pope

Topics: God Quotes

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Passions are the gales of life.

Passions are the gales of life.

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

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

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

An honest man is the noblest work of God.

An honest man is the noblest work of God.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as...

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as...

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe...

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe...

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

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...

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...

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

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...

Hope springs eternal in the human breast

Hope springs eternal in the human breast

At first we hope too much; later on, not enough

At first we hope too much; later on, not enough

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise