Oliver Goldsmith

One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.

For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.

You may all go to pot.

[To Mr. Johnson] If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.

There is no arguing with Johnson: for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.

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

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay, A cap by night — a stocking all the day!