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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
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Cille Mheàrnaig
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A man does not plant a tree for himself he plants it for posterity.
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To bring the best human qualities to anything like perfection, to fill them with the sweet juices of courtesy and charity, prosperity, or, at all events, a moderate amount of it, is required,--just as sunshine is needed for the ripening of peaches and apricots.
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Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.
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The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.
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In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.
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A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.
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Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
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Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.
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In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
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The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.
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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.
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I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
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My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.
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The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
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If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.
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My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
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How beautiful the yesterday that stood Over me like a rainbow! I am alone, The past is past. I see the future stretch All dark and barren as a rainy sea.
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Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.
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Vanity 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.
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The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.
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