As 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 GoldsmithNothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.
Oliver GoldsmithThe world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. ... [T]he sciences serve us for oars.
Oliver GoldsmithDon't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
Oliver Goldsmith