To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden. — 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
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 Flowers All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy… — 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 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
The physician...is the flower (such as it is) of our civilization. — 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
