It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. --Robert Louis Stevenson — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The physician...is the flower (such as it is) of our civilization. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“It was one January morning, very early—a pinching, frosty morning—the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
When loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales;” — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Really don't choose every day from the harvest you experience but from the seeds you plant — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Dont judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find is an honest friend. He is a fortunate… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
The problem of education is twofold: first to know, and then to utter. Everyone who lives any semblance of an inner life thinks more… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
“For thirty years," he said, "I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul, provisions running out,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in spring, to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
You have no idea, unless you have tried it, how endlessly long is a summer's day, that you measure out only by hunger, and… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
Loving God, help us remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share
