The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they – and as taciturn.
Category Archive: Alexander Smith
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.