Quotes
Quotes - Stevenson
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask: the heaven above
And the road below me.
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
The pleasant Land of Counterpane.
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
The world is so full of a number of things,
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live, and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
"Here he lies, where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Old and young we are all on our last cruise.
For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.
Youth is wholly experimental.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
Some people approach every problem with an open mouth.
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
A friend is a gift you give yourself.
...it is difficult to picture the great Creator conceiving of a program of one creature (which He has made) using another living creature for purposes of experimentation. There must be other, less cruel ways of obtaining knowledge.
The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life.
