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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONYou think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures.
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You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
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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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Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
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The obscurest epoch is today.
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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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To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.
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Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.
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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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When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.
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Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.
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Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.
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The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
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The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical.
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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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