Oliver Goldsmith

Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet

Quotes

Next >>

Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'T was only that when he was off he was acting.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Next >>
Search

 

On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
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
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."
Essays