I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThere is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.
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Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
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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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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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There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.
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The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.
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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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To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life.
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Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
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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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If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong.
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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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We must accept life for what it actually is – a challenge to our quality without which we should never know of what stuff we are made, or grow to our full stature.
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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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