Here it is about gentlemen of fortune. They lives rough, and they risk swinging, but they eat and drink like fighting-cocks, and… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head could carry; and then he would sometimes… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
and he began to understand what a wild game we play in life; he began to understand that a thing once done… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
[T]he kingdom of heaven is of the childlike, of those who are easy to please, who love and who give pleasure. Mighty… — 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