In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights. — Alexander Smith Book 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
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury. — Alexander Smith Difficult 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
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it. — Alexander Smith Death 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 man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. — Alexander Smith Compassion Copy Share Image
