What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.
Oliver GoldsmithAs ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.
Oliver GoldsmithAs some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Oliver GoldsmithWe sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.
Oliver Goldsmith