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 STEVENSONThe correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
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In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
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It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health.
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Everyone lives by selling something.
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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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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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You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.
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Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
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Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.
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To forget oneself is to be happy.
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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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Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.
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If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong.
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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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Wine is bottled poetry.
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