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WIST (“Wish I’d Said That!”) is my collection of quotations (wist.info) which I find meaningful, moving, amusing (intended or not), or well-phrased.

Despite the name, this is not just a collection of quotations whose sentiments I agree with (though that’s true for the majority of stuff I collect). In some cases there are ideas that I disagree with, firmly; in those cases, though, I’ve included the quote because I admire the way it’s phrased, or because it’s a classic statement of a particular sentiment, or else I thought it was so absurd that it made me smile just to read it. In short, "Quoting is not (necessarily) endorsing."

One thing I make an effort to do is research and properly cite each quotation I publish. Further sourcing information (and notes and translations) can be found on the WIST website.

This site will serve as a rich-text social media republishing of new and updated quotations from wist.info (since nobody actually goes to blogs any more). I welcome conversation about the quotes I post.

I was previously cross-posting at wist@my-space.social, WISTquote@zirk.us, and wist@diasp.org. More info on the background of my collection here: wist.info/about-wist/

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WIST Quotations

Friday, October 9, 2026, 11:07 PM

WIST Quotations
Friday, October 9, 2026, 11:07 PM

A quotation from Oliver Goldsmith

O blest retirement! friend to life’s decline,
Retreats from care that never must be mine.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.

Oliver Goldsmith (1730–1774) Irish poet, playwright, novelist
Poem (1770), “The Deserted Village,” l. 97ff

More about this quote: wist.info/goldsmith-oliver/863…

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Goldsmith, Oliver - Poem (1770), "The Deserted Village," l. 97ff | WIST Quotations

O blest retirement! friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine. How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.

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