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
stars wall sleep
Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
summer wall children
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, River and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside. Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown- Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
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.
flower bed-of-roses battle
Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.
sad loneliness house
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.