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Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
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On Wit:
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
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On Conduct:
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
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Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
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Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
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A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
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On Stage:
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'T was only that when he was off he was acting.
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On Reason:
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
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On Talk:
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
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On Friendship:
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
On Anger:
"For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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Friedrich Nietzsche
On Destiny:
"Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Francis Bacon
On Friendship:
"A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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