Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse. – Oliver Goldsmith
Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes. – Oliver Goldsmith
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, for he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. – Oliver Goldsmith
The automobile has not merely taken over the street, it has dissolved the living tissue of the city. Its appetite for space is absolutely insatiable; moving and parked, it devours urban land, leaving the buildings as mere islands of habitable space in a sea of dangerous and ugly traffic. – James Marston Fitch, New York Times, 1 May 1960