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
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well. – 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
Aromatic plants bestow
no spicy fragrance while they grow;
but crushd or trodden to the ground,
diffuse their balmy sweets around. – Oliver Goldsmith