Oliver Goldsmith

10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet


Silence gives consent.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.


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."