More quotes by Alexander Smith
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Some books are drenchèd sands
On which a great soul’s wealth lies all in heaps,
Like a wrecked argosy.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
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