Alexander Smith

Alexander Smith was a Scottish poet, and labelled as one of the Spasmodic School.
Found 24 thoughts of Alexander Smith

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

Alexander Smith

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.

Alexander Smith

Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.

Alexander Smith

If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Alexander Smith

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

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.

Alexander Smith

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Alexander Smith

Books are a finer world within the world.

Alexander Smith

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Alexander Smith

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

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

Alexander Smith

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

Alexander Smith

Trees are your best antiques.

Alexander Smith

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.

Alexander Smith