For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThere is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of mountain scenery.
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You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
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To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.
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It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.
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So long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
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The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical.
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Nothing made by brute force lasts.
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We all know what Parliament is, and we are all ashamed of it.
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Yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.
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Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?
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To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.
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But to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.
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To forget oneself is to be happy.
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He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
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It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
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