Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few. – Alexander Pope
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below. – Alexander Pope
I got this idea about being afraid to let go of something and being afraid of sinking into a state of almost anesthesia, where you have to trust other people. Just the paranoia of it all. And it seemed to suit the frenetic track. So I just wrote it out and, you know, said it. – Nick Rhodes