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
ignorance self essence
To know what you like is the beginning of wisdom and of old age. Youth is wholly experimental. The essence and charm of that unquiet and delightful epoch is ignorance of self as well as ignorance of life.
home self lazy
my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
men self mind
Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.
marriage husband selfish
In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
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.
action appears good mark
The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
full sure
The world is full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
harvest inspirational judge reap seeds
Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant.
good hand holding life matter playing poor
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.