Robert Louis Stevenson

1850 - 1894

A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

Nothing like a little judicious levity.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

Source: The Wrong Box

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on lies and silence

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on duty, good, happiness, ideas, neighbors, and people

There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbors good. One person I have to make good: Myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy if I may.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on poetry and wine

Wine is bottled poetry.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on sanity

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Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on fear, inspiration, and sharing

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your inspiration with others.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on labor, success, and travel

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labor.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

Source: Virginibus Puerisque, El Dorado

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on weakness

You cannot run away from a weakness, you must sometime fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

Source: Albert W. Daw Collection

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on garden and maxims

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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A Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson on poetry, soul, and wine

Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among the roots, the maiden-fair Wine scented and poetic soul of the capacious salad bowl.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

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