Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
Wine is bottled poetry.
Youth is wholly experimental.
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Old and young we are all on our last cruise.
When the teeth are shut the tongue is at home.
Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.
All human beings ... are commingled out of good and evil.
Marriage is one long conversation, chequered by disputes.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Every one lives by selling something, whatever be his right to it.
Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.
To know what you like is the beginning of wisdom and of old age.
There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.
Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
Marriage is like life in this - that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.
I lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me.
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
For God’s sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life.
The world is so full of a number of things,
I ’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Every heart that has beat strong and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.
There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.
To hold the same views at forty as we did at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s heart, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask: the heaven above
And the road below me.
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 sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
