Oliver Goldsmith

You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.

Life

Who can direct, when all pretend to know?

Knowledge

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

World

But in his duty prompt at every call,
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.

Preaching

Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse.

Poets

Aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Adversity

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

Absence

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Mountains

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

Mountains

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

Accident