Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centers in the mind. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Vain, very vain is my search to find; that happiness which only centers in the mind. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Processions, cavalcades, and all that fund of gay frippery, furnished out by tailors, barbers, and tire-women, mechanically influence the mind into veneration;… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Thus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind. We never reflect on the… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
There is yet a silent agony in which the mind appears to disdain all external help, and broods over its distresses with… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The Europeans are themselves blind who describe fortune without sight. No first-rate beauty ever had finer eyes, or saw more clearly. They… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Man little knows what calamities are beyond his patience to bear till he tries them; as in ascending the heights of ambition,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all… — 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
