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• T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60...
• Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 200...
• Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 193...
• The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 217...
• All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 267...
• But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 111...
• Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 225...
• The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 168...
• Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 390...