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Alexander Smith
December 31, 1830 - January 5, 1867
Nationality: Scottish
Category: Poet
Subcategory: Scottish Poet

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

   

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.

   

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

   

If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.

   

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

   

A great man is the man who does something for the first time.

   

Trees are your best antiques.

   

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

   

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

   

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

   

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

   

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.

   

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

   

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

   

The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.

   

Everything is sweetened by risk.

   

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.

   

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

   

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

   

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

   

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