More quotes by Alexander Smith
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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