Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense; her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.
Oliver GoldsmithAnd e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
Oliver GoldsmithYou will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .
Oliver GoldsmithIf we look round the world, there seem to be not above six distinct varieties in the human species, each of which is strongly marked, and speaks the kind seldom to have mixed with any other. But there is nothing in the shape, nothing in the faculties, that shows their coming from different originals; and the varieties of climate, of nourishment, and custom, are sufficient to produce every change.
Oliver Goldsmith