This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Cruel children, crying babies, All grow up as geese and gabies, Hated, as their age increases, By their nephews and their nieces. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak. — 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 spring, to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
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 Image
Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
