Faults Quote by Alexander Pope Download Open image “Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.” — Alexander Pope ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Faults Hate Hate him I hate I hate him
He who flatters a man is his enemy. he who tells him of his faults is his maker. — Confucius Copy Share Image
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
“I can’t hate him. All I feel is sympathy for the devil who has crawled inside my heart, stealing my soul and my will… — Kitty Thomas Copy Share Image
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. — Homer Copy Share Image
I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With whatever I do, there's always going to be hate. There's always going to be people who are going to say, 'He's not as… — Timothy Weah Copy Share Image
How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In… — Daniel O'Connell Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The Levites are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death is the common Press, from whence being driven, We're gather'd, Sheet by Sheet, and bound for Heaven. — Francis Quarles Copy Share
How come you don't feel that magic in the air? I guess I knew you'll never be there. I guess I knew you never… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Talent is like a birthmark - it's a gift and no credit nor fault to those who wear them. — Charles Marion Russell Copy Share Image
LEGO has announced that they are shutting down their U.S. factory and moving it to Canada. LEGO employees say it's their fault because they… — Conan O'Brien Copy Share Image
I want to remind priests that the confessional must not be a torture chamber but rather an encounter with the Lord’s mercy which spurs us on to do our best. A small step, in the midst of great human limitations, can be more pleasing to God than a life which appears outwardly in order but moves through the day without… — Pope Francis Copy Share
How dare you? How dare you create a world in which there is such misery that is not our fault? It's not right, it's… — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
