Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThere is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.
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Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.
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There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.
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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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For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
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The Devil, can sometimes do a very gentlemanly thing.
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All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.
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Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
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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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Yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.
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Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
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It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
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I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.
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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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There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.
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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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