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• 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...
• The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 168...
• 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...
• Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 225...
• Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 200...
• T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60...
• Never elated when one man 's oppress'd; Never dejected while another 's bless'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 323...
• 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....
• Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind
  His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way....