The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they – and as taciturn. — Alexander Smith
A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor. — Alexander Smith
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. — Alexander Smith
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other. — Alexander Smith
We bury love; forgetfulness grows over it like grass: that is a thing to weep for, not the dead. — Alexander Smith