Alexander Pope Quotes on Mind (24 Quotes)

What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain?

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

Or quick effluvia darting through the brain,
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

PLeas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birthday with a grateful mind.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd 't is fix'd as in a frost Contracted all, retiring to the breast But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

True Wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, bet ne'er so well expressed.

What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?

When souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.

Before his sacred Name flies ev'ry Fault,
And each exalted Stanza teems with Thought!

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain And drinking largely sobers us again.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused Still by himself abused or disabused Created half to rise, and half to fall Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled, The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

Let Blood and Body bear the fault,
Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought:
Such this day's doctrine--in another fit
She sins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

We bring to one dead level ev'ry mind.

Grant but as many sorts of mind as moss.

But what are these to great Atossa's mind?

Say, what can cause such impotence of mind?

She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought;
But never, never, reach'd one gen'rous Thought.