One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.
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 GoldsmithA mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.
Oliver Goldsmith