Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Oliver GoldsmithIn arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver GoldsmithThe little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence.
Oliver Goldsmith