To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I would rather do a good hours work weeding than write two pages of my best; nothing is so interesting as weeding.… — 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
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
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
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
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the… — 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
