“His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.” — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. In the morning before office hours,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other to try the manners of different… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“It is nothing to get wet; but the misery of these individual pricks of cold all over my body at the same… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“I do not suppose that, when a drunkard reasons with himself upon his vice, he is once out of five hundred times… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live… — 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
