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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONAbsences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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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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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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In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
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That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
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Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.
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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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When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward.
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Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.
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Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.
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We all know what Parliament is, and we are all ashamed of it.
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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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It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.
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When I am grown to man’s estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.
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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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All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.
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