It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The bourgeoisie's weapon is starvation. If as a writer or artist you run counter to their narrow notions they simplyand silently withdraw… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and… — 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
