523 Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines; and, I believe, Dorothy, you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife.

I'm now no more than a mere lodger in my own house.

His conduct still right, with his argument wrong

By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.

But in his duty prompt at every call, he watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, adorns and cheers our way; and still, as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray.

Good people all, of every sort, / Give ear unto my song; / And if you do find it wondrous short, / It cannot hold you long.

How happy he who crowns in shades like these, / A youth of labour with an age of ease.

In arguing too, the parson own’d his skill, For e’en though vanquish’d he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz’d the gazing rustics rang’d around; And still they gaz’d, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.