The world is full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThe difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.
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An aim in life is the only fortune worth finding.
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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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If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong.
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Every man has a sane spot somewhere.
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Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
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The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
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So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others.
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Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity.
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There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
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The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
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You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
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The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.
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Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.
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I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.
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