Zitat des Tages von Alexander Pope:
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Order is heaven's first law.
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administered is best.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Health consists with temperance alone.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.