523 Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

O Memory, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain

I am told he makes a very handsome corpse, and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.

He tried each art, reproved each dull delay./ Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping

There is no arguing with Johnson; for when his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it

To feel your subject thoroughly and to speak without fear, are the only rules of eloquence

How wide the limits stand / Between a splendid and an happy land.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, for he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.