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• Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 203...
• And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 131...
• Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzza
  And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Caesar with a senate at his heels....
• Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 79...
• Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 77...
• Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 379...
• What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 215...
• Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 193...
• That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 397...