Alexander SmithThinkers

The Book is not a collection of printed pages... it is a ghost.

The Book is the true elysian field where the spirits of the dead converse, and into these fields a mortal may venture unappalled.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Greatness is doing something for the first time.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Risk is wise — Everything is sweetened by risk.

Today is always different from yesterday.

The Translator is the mailman of human civilization and so should not be despised.

The Tree is the best of antiques.