A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity. — Alexander Smith Doe 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
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn. — Alexander Smith Dead Copy Share Image
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. — Alexander Smith Compassion Copy Share Image
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. — Alexander Smith Forgetfulness Copy Share Image
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening. — Alexander Smith Complexity Copy Share Image
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life. — Alexander Smith Happiness Copy Share Image
A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns… — Alexander Smith Bears Copy Share Image
Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange… — Alexander Smith Book 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 Barren Copy Share Image
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it… — Alexander Smith Coins 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 Good luck Copy Share Image
Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo--from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at. — Alexander Smith Desire Copy Share Image
A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain… — Alexander Smith Commendable Copy Share Image
Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past. — Alexander Smith Bed Copy Share Image
There is a slow-growing beauty which only comes to perfection in old age… I have seen sweeter smiles on a lip of… — Alexander Smith Age Copy Share Image
Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have… — Alexander Smith Aspect Copy Share Image
Men and women make their own beauty or their own ugliness. Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton speaks in one of his novels of… — Alexander Smith Beauty Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Air Copy Share Image
And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation… — Alexander Smith Afternoon Copy Share Image
There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs… — 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 Black Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees… — Alexander Smith Air 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
