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
A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity. — 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
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness. — Alexander Smith Frankness 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
A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain… — Alexander Smith 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
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 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 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
Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time Is England. England! — Alexander Smith Brilliant 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
Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings. — Alexander Smith Desire Copy Share Image
Some books are drenchèd sandsOn which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps,Like a wrecked argosy. — Alexander Smith Book Copy Share Image
Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over. — Alexander Smith Generosity Copy Share Image
My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“Memory is a mans real possession…in nothing else is he rich…in nothing else is he poor.” — Alexander Smith Memory Copy Share Image
Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together. — Alexander Smith Brooches Copy Share Image
The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman. — Alexander Smith Faith in god Copy Share Image
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars. — Alexander Smith 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 Copy Share Image
