What is genius or courage without a heart? — Oliver Goldsmith

And e’en while fashion’s brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. — Oliver Goldsmith

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. — Oliver Goldsmith

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim. — Oliver Goldsmith

A man’s own heart must ever be given to gain that of another. — Oliver Goldsmith

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. — Oliver Goldsmith

Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. — Oliver Goldsmith

Tenderness is a virtue. — Oliver Goldsmith

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. — Oliver Goldsmith

Where wealth accumulates, men decay. — Oliver Goldsmith

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. — Oliver Goldsmith

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. — Oliver Goldsmith

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep? — Oliver Goldsmith

But times are alter’d; trade’s unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain; Along the lawn, where scatter’d hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose. — Oliver Goldsmith

Ill fares the land, to hastening Ills a prey, where wealth accumulates, and men decay. — Oliver Goldsmith

And learn the luxury of doing good. — Oliver Goldsmith

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven’s decree! — Oliver Goldsmith

You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips. — Oliver Goldsmith

All the bloomy flush of life is fled. — Oliver Goldsmith

The life of a scholar seldom abounds with adventure. — Oliver Goldsmith

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. — Oliver Goldsmith

There is unspeakable pleasure attending the life of a voluntary student. — Oliver Goldsmith

People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable. — Oliver Goldsmith

The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing. — Oliver Goldsmith

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations. — Oliver Goldsmith

Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over. — Oliver Goldsmith

The wretch condemn’d with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. — Oliver Goldsmith

Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And we shall never, never part, My life–my all that’s mine! — Oliver Goldsmith

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking. — Oliver Goldsmith

Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success. — Oliver Goldsmith

It world be well had we more misers than we have among us. — Oliver Goldsmith

Creation’s heir, the world, the world is mine! — Oliver Goldsmith

Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better. — Oliver Goldsmith

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain. — Oliver Goldsmith

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. — Oliver Goldsmith

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves. — Oliver Goldsmith

The world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. … [T]he sciences serve us for oars. — Oliver Goldsmith

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it. — Oliver Goldsmith

A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home. — Oliver Goldsmith

A boy will learn more true wisdom in a public school in a year than by a private education in five. It is not from masters, but from their equals, that youth learn a knowledge of the world. — Oliver Goldsmith

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new–fledg’d offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov’d each dull delay, Allur’d to brighter worlds, and led the way. — Oliver Goldsmith

In all my wanderings round 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. — Oliver Goldsmith

The pregnant quarry teem’d with human form. — Oliver Goldsmith

Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind. — Oliver Goldsmith

Let observation with observant view, Observe mankind from China to Peru. — Oliver Goldsmith

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can’t abide to disappoint myself. — Oliver Goldsmith

Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed. — Oliver Goldsmith

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can. — Oliver Goldsmith

The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. — Oliver Goldsmith

Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once. — Oliver Goldsmith

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centers in the mind. — Oliver Goldsmith

A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined. — Oliver Goldsmith

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress. — Oliver Goldsmith

The watch–dog’s voice that bay’d the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. — Oliver Goldsmith

Take a dollar from a thousand and it will be a thousand no more. — Oliver Goldsmith

In two opposite opinions, if one be perfectly reasonable, the other can’t be perfectly right. — Oliver Goldsmith

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing. — Oliver Goldsmith

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them. — Oliver Goldsmith

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there’s no love lost between us. — Oliver Goldsmith

It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them. — Oliver Goldsmith

The bashful virgin’s sidelong looks of love. — Oliver Goldsmith

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves. — Oliver Goldsmith

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure. — Oliver Goldsmith

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

I learn several great truths; as that it is impossible to see into the ways of futurity, that punishment always attends the villain, that love is the fond soother of the human breast. — Oliver Goldsmith

The little mind who loves itself, will wr’te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence. — Oliver Goldsmith

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected. — Oliver Goldsmith

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other. — Oliver Goldsmith

Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. — Oliver Goldsmith

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed. — Oliver Goldsmith

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain’s breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. — Oliver Goldsmith

And the weak soul, within itself unbless’d, Leans for all pleasure on another’s breast. — Oliver Goldsmith

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,–Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. — Oliver Goldsmith

For praise too dearly lov’d, or warmly sought, Enfeebles all internal strength of thought; And the weak soul within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another’s breast. — Oliver Goldsmith