The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress. – Oliver Goldsmith
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away? – Oliver Goldsmith

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress. – Oliver Goldsmith
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away? – Oliver Goldsmith
The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy. – Oliver Goldsmith
I love everything thats old, – old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. – Oliver Goldsmith