Alexander Smith Quotes
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The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
Alexander Smith
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Author Details:
Type:
Poet Quotes
Category:
Scottish Poet Quotes
Date of Birth:
December 31, 1830
Date of Death:
January 5, 1867
Nationality:
Scottish
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Related Authors:
Robert Burns
Norman MacCaig
George Byron
William Falconer
Ian Hamilton Finlay
Robert Service
Robert W. Service
Thomas Campbell
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Select Alexander Smith Quotations:
Books are a finer world within the world.
Alexander Smith
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.
Alexander Smith
A great man is the man who does something for the first time.
Alexander Smith
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Alexander Smith
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Alexander Smith
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Alexander Smith
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
Alexander Smith
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Quote Keywords:

Befalls,
Faith,
God,
Loses,
Saddest,
Soul,
Thing,
Woman
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Dictionary Links:

Faith,
God,
Soul,
Thing,
Woman
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All Alexander Smith Quotations:
A great man is the man...
A man doesn't plant a tree...
A man gazing on the stars...
A man's real possession is his...
Books are a finer world within...
Christmas is the day that holds...
Death is the ugly fact which...
Every man's road in life is...
Everything is sweetened by risk.
How deeply seated in the human...
I go into my library and...
I would rather be remembered by...
If the egotist is weak, his...
If you do your fair day's...
If you wish to make a...
If you wish to preserve your...
In life there is nothing more...
Love is but the discovery of...
The dead keep their secrets, and...
The man who in this world...
The saddest thing that befalls a...
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The world is not so much...
There is no ghost so difficult...
To be occasionally quoted is the...
To sit for one's portrait is...
Trees are your best antiques.
Trifles make up the happiness or...
We are never happy; we can...
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over...
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