Oliver Goldsmith

10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet


The very pink of perfection.

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs.
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."