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• 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...
• From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part i, Line 152...
• To err is human, to forgive divine.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 325...
• Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 126...
• T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60...
• But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens!
  how the style refines! -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 220...
• Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part i, Line 177...
• Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flow
  But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar....
• And make each day a critic on the last.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 12...