I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

Quote by Alexander Smith

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I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

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

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

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought...

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's...

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's...

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

Trees are your best antiques.

Trees are your best antiques.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not...

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not...

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.