Marriage is like life – it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONEvery man has a sane spot somewhere.
More Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes
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There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
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Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.
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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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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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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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It 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.
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We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.
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Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
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The truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy.
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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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He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
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We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.
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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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Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
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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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