Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Alexander Smith
Profession: Poet
Nationality: Scottish
Some suggestions for you :
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
Memory is a mans real possession...In nothing else is he rich in nothing else is he poor.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.