Aromatic plants bestow
no spicy fragrance while they grow;
but crushd or trodden to the ground,
diffuse their balmy sweets around. – Oliver Goldsmith
A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond. – Oliver Goldsmith
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes. – Oliver Goldsmith
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves. – Oliver Goldsmith