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• Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 215...
• Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr.
  Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 333...
• Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 7...
• Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace, Odes, Book iv, Ode 9...
• In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
  Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods....
• The little mind who loves itself, will write and think with the vulga
  but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence....
• If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 350...
• In the nice bee what sense so subtly true Form pois'ness herbs extract the healing dew?
  -- Alexander Pope...
• To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense, is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
  -- Alexander Pope...