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.
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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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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