523 Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

For him light labor spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those who think must govern those who toil

That's a good girl. I find you are perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry-pie.

Still to ourselves in every place consigned, / Our own felicity we make or find.

The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,/ The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.

Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.

The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, / And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms.