We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Alexander SmithIn my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.
Alexander SmithNot on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.
Alexander SmithVanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.
Alexander Smith