What did Oliver Goldsmith mean by: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day’s disasters in his morning face. Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland Copy
And e’en while fashion’s brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Distrust, Fashion, Joy, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
If we do not find happiness in the present moment, in what shall we find it? Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Contentment, Happiness, Present, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Desire, Pleasure, Satisfaction, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
They please, are pleas’d, they give to get esteem Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Deception, Esteem, Pleasure, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Defiance, Humanity, Pride, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. Author, December 23, 2023December 29, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Persuasion, Transformation, Truth, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Creativity, Enjoyment, Inspiration, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all. Author, December 23, 2023December 28, 2024, Oliver Goldsmith, Benevolence, Selfishness, Virtues, 0 Oliver Goldsmith Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn’t bore. Jean Dubuffet Artist · France
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
