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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick, On passive paper, or on solid brick.
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Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
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That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.
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Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
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