Quotes from Robert Louis Stevenson


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Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.


You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.


Wine is bottled poetry.


The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.


The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.


That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.


Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.


You 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?


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.


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.


Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.


Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.


There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.


Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.


There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.


A friend is a gift you give yourself.


Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health.


Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.


The world has no room for cowards.


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.