523 Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.