Everything is sweetened by risk.
Alexander Smith
Profession: Poet
Nationality: Scottish
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Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Memory is a mans real possession...In nothing else is he rich in nothing else is he poor.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.