Quotes by Oliver Goldsmith

“Hope unbelieved is always considered nonsense. But hope believed is history in the process of being changed.”

“Hold up... hold on... dont be scared Youll never change whats been and gone May your smile... Shine on... Dont be scared Your destiny may keep you warm.”

“Hope is patience with the lamp lit.”

“Tell me what you read and Ill tell you who you are is true enough, but Id know you better if you told me what you reread.”

“Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.”

“Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.”

“If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales”

“Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.”

“The very pink of perfection.”

“Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.”

“Subtlety may deceive you; integrity never will.”

Ask me no questions, and Ill tell you no fibs.

In all my wanderings through this world of care,In all my griefs -- and God has given my share --I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;To husband out lifes taper at the close,And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,Amidst the swains to show my book-learnd skill,Around my fire an evening group to draw,And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,I still had hopes, my long vexations past,Here to return -- and die at home at last.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

I love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

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.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

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

…The more enormous our wealth, the more extensive our fears, all our possessions are paled up with new edicts every day, and hung round with gibbets to scare every invader.

They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.