Quote #9
The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
More from Alexander Smith
- Some books are drenched sands On which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps, Like a wrecked argosy.
- We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet; One little hour! And then, away they speed …
- A poem round and perfect as a star.
- Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.
- In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.
- Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
- Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
- Everything is sweetened by risk.