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 Copy Share Image
In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights. — Alexander Smith Book 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
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
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it… — 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
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
Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of… — Alexander Smith Alluring Copy Share Image
The sun was down, And all the west was paved with sullen fire. I cried, Behold! the barren beach of hell At… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally… — Alexander Smith Care Copy Share Image
Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of… — Alexander Smith 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
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
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it. — Alexander Smith Death Copy Share Image
The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers,… — Alexander Smith Art Copy Share Image
In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of… — Alexander Smith Funeral Copy Share Image
Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they… — Alexander Smith Eternity Copy Share Image
Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever… — Alexander Smith Action Copy Share Image
We have two lives; The soul of man is like the rolling world, One half in day, the other dipt in night;… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music.… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
