523 Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

Crime generally punishes itself.

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.

The very pink of perfection.