One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The greatest object in the universe, says a certain philosopher, is a good man struggling with adversity; yet there is a still… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. — 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
What we say of a thing that has just come in fashion And that which we do with the dead, Is the… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
What real good does an addition to a fortune already sufficient procure? Not any. Could the great man, by having his fortune… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Fear guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
It is impossible to combat enthusiasm with reason; for though it makes a show of resistance, it soon eludes the pressure, refers… — 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
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. — 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 bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can… — 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
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
The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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 Image
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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 Image
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Politics resemble religion; attempting to divest either of ceremony is the most certain mode of bringing either into contempt. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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 Image
[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 Image