Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings. — Alexander Smith Desire Copy Share Image
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness. — Alexander Smith Frankness Copy Share Image
Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time Is England. England! — Alexander Smith Brilliant Copy Share Image
Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps. — Alexander Smith Footsteps Copy Share Image
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once. — Alexander Smith Happiness 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 He man 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
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury. — Alexander Smith Difficult Copy Share Image
Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He… — Alexander Smith Ends Copy Share Image
It is the sternest philosophy, but on the whole the truest, that, in the wide arena of the world, failure and success… — Alexander Smith Accidents Copy Share Image
The globe has been circumnavigated, but no man ever yet has; you may survey a kingdom and note the result in maps,… — Alexander Smith Globes Copy Share Image
If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is… — Alexander Smith Character 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 Can not Copy Share Image
If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited… — Alexander Smith Death 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 Clouds 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
To bring the best human qualities to anything like perfection, to fill them with the sweet juices of courtesy and charity, prosperity,… — Alexander Smith Amount Copy Share Image
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles. — Alexander Smith Broads Copy Share Image
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition. — Alexander Smith Discovery Copy Share Image
There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve. — Alexander Smith Doe 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
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world. — Alexander Smith Dropping Copy Share Image
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation. — Alexander Smith Creation Copy Share Image
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking. — Alexander Smith Every Copy Share Image
If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well. — Alexander Smith Knowing Copy Share Image
In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights. — Alexander Smith Book Copy Share Image
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars. — Alexander Smith Bars Copy Share Image
Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature. — Alexander Smith Books 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 Characteristics Copy Share Image
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it. — Alexander Smith Death 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
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well. — Alexander Smith Death 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
