“Bed in Summer In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they have dwarfed an narrowed theirs by a life of… — 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 were to found a University magazine. A pair of little, active brothers-Livingstone by name, great skippers on the foot, great rubbers… — 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
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
A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor… — 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
