He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONHe who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThe obscurest epoch is today.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThe body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONYou 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?
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONWell, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONVanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONYou can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONIt 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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThe world is full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONFiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONYou could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONNothing made by brute force lasts.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONOld and young, we are all on our last cruise.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONThe habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON