You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONFor my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.
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Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?
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An aim in life is the only fortune worth finding.
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Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
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To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
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The world is full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
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One person I have to make good: Myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy if I may.
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There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
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Marriage is one long conversation, chequered by disputes.
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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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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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We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.
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I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of mountain scenery.
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Marriage is like life – it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.
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There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
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