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• All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
  All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good...
• For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 66...
• All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 358...
• Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; For fools admire, but men of sense approve.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 190...
• Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 32...
• To err is human, to forgive divine.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 325...
• True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 97...
• Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 53...
• The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 53...