Frases de Oliver Goldsmith

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“Es cierto que los momentos que pasamos esperando la felicidad son mucho más agradables y felices que los que son coronados por el goce.”

“Aprende el placer de hacer el bien.”

“La amistad es un tráfico desinteresado entre iguales."

Variante: "La verdadera amistad es un desinteresado intercambio de atenciones entre iguales.”

“Las leyes muelen al pobre, y los ricos controlan la ley.”

“No me hagas preguntas para que no te diga mentiras.”

“Nada puede superar la vanidad de nuestra existencia si no es la locura de nuestros esfuerzos.”

“Los hombres pueden ser muy sabios y, sin embargo, muy miserables. Es fácil ser un gran matemático o astrónomo sublime, pero muy difícil ser un buen hombre.”

“La amistad es un comercio desinteresado entre semejantes.”

“En tu relación con cualquier persona, pierdes mucho si no te tomas el tiempo necesario para comprenderla.”

“La amistad es un tráfico desinteresado entre iguales.”

“It seemed to be pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.”

“The king himself has followed her
When she has walk'd before.”

“Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genus a better discerning.”

“Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.”

“This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.”

“Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other!
With baskets.”

“Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.”

“Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see,
My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.”

“Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.”

“Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.”

“I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.”

“Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame,
Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.
Their level life is but a mouldering fire,
Unquenched by want, unfanned by strong desire.”

“A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.”

“It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.”

“Bends to the grave with unperceived decay,
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.”

“On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.”

“And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?”

“The sigh that rends thy constant heart
Shall break thy Edwin's too.”

“In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length, and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.”

“To the last moment of his breath
On hope the wretch relies;
And e'en the pang preceding death
Bids expectation rise.”

“Who peppered the highest was surest to please.”

“Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.”

“The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.”

“They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.”

“Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.”

“Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.”

“And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.”

“The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.”

“To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.”