The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And we shall never, never part, My life-my all that's… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity. The ignorant peasant without fault is greater than the philosopher with many. What is… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault,… — 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
