Quotes
Quotes - Goldsmith
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word-- From those who spoke her praise.
But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam whar the lion roareth and the Wang Doodle mourneth for its first born--ah!
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.
In a polite age almost every person becomes a reader, and receives more instruction from the Press than the Pulpit.
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.
What cities, as great as this, have . . . promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others others. . . . Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.
People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.
The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is--to die.
Silence gives consent.
Nobody with me at sea but myself.
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
Full well they laughed, 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.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Let observation with observant view, Observe mankind from China to Peru.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
