O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.
Oliver GoldsmithWhenever you see a gaming table be sure to know fortune is not there. Rather she is always in the company of industry.
Oliver GoldsmithWith disadvantages enough to bring him to humility, a Scotsman is one of the proudest things alive.
Oliver Goldsmith