We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Category Archive: Alexander Smith
Everything is sweetened by risk.
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.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
Every man’s road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in God and woman.