A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers. — Alexander Smith Babel Copy Share Image
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor. — Alexander Smith Memory Copy Share Image
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition. — Alexander Smith Discovery Copy Share Image
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
How beautiful the yesterday that stood Over me like a rainbow! I am alone, The past is past. I see the future… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
One never hugs one's good luck so affectionately as when listening to the relation of some horrible misfortunes which has overtaken others. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one… — Alexander Smith Life Copy Share Image
If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be… — Alexander Smith Care Copy Share Image
In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and… — Alexander Smith Book Copy Share Image
Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet: One little hour!… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows… — Alexander Smith Age Copy Share Image
Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. — Alexander Smith Compassion Copy Share Image
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once. — Alexander Smith Happiness Copy Share Image
The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world. — Alexander Smith Desert Copy Share Image
I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame. — Alexander Smith Deeds Copy Share Image
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Autumn Copy Share Image
Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes. — Alexander Smith Archer Copy Share Image
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well. — Alexander Smith Death Copy Share Image
Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides. — Alexander Smith Character Copy Share Image
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it. — Alexander Smith Death Copy Share Image
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Failure and success are not accidents, but the strictest justice. — Alexander Smith Accidents Copy Share Image
It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
