Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Balfour Stevensonwas a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and A Child's Garden of Verses...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 November 1850
memories tree ancestry
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.
memories forget
I've a grand memory for forgetting.
memories men should
This is still the strangest thing in all man's travelling, that he should carry about with him incongruous memories.
memories first-love sea
The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.
strong memories men
He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.
memories class identity
The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he ... remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.
sympathy memories grateful
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
spiritual memories animal
I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.
harvest seeds reap
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
inspirational life friendship
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.
You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.
scottish-writer
To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.
almost man useless
So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.