A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Whatever be the motives which induce men to write,--whether avarice or fame,--the country becomes more wise and happy in which they most… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first best country ever is at home. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Whatever the skill of any country may be in the sciences, it is from its excellence in polite learning alone that it… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
I have visited many countries, and have been in cities without number, yet never did I enter a town which could not… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The polite of every country seem to have but one character. A gentleman of Sweden differs but little, except in trifles, from… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
It has been remarked that almost every character which has excited either attention or pity has owed part of its success to… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Men may be very learned, and yet very miserable; it is easy to be a deep geometrician, or a sublime astronomer, but… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Politics resemble religion; attempting to divest either of ceremony is the most certain mode of bringing either into contempt. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Every acknowledgment of gratitude is a circumstance of humiliation; and some are found to submit to frequent mortifications of this kind, proclaiming what obligations… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Age, that lessens the enjoyment of life, increases our desire of living — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And we shall never, never part, My life-my all that's mine! — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share
