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
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Elegy of the Death of a Mad Dog The dog, to gain some praivate ends, Went mad and bit the man. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Like the tiger, that seldom desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon human flesh, the reader who has once gratified… — 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
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
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
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
Were I to be angry at men being fools, I could here find ample room for declamation; but, alas! I have been… — 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