And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food. Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes by Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes From Robert Louis Stevenson He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches. Robert Louis Stevenson richesart Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort. Robert Louis Stevenson divinitydoctorsmen To have suffered ... sets a keen edge on what remains of the agreeable. This is a great truth and has to be learned in the fire. Robert Louis Stevenson remainssufferingfire My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; Robert Louis Stevenson skyteanight 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. Robert Louis Stevenson first-loveseamemories There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head could carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked old wild sea-songs, minding nobody... Often I have heard the house shaking with Yo-ho-ho and a bottle and rum, all the neighbours joining in for dear life with the fear of death upon them and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. Fiften men on the dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil have done for the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Robert Louis Stevenson songmennight A knowledge that another has felt as we have felt, and seen things not much otherwise than we have seen them, will continue to the end to be one of life's choicest blessings. Robert Louis Stevenson endsblessingfriendship A great part of this life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure. Robert Louis Stevenson parts-of-lifecuresentrepreneur There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country; their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation; their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape. Robert Louis Stevenson airwindcountry It is better to be a fool than to be dead. Robert Louis Stevenson foolinspirational We live thetime that a match flickers; we pop the corkof a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake swallows us on the instant. Is it not odd, is it not incongruous, is it not, in the highest sense of human speech, incredible, that we should think so highly of the ginger-beer, and regard so little the devouring earthquake? Robert Louis Stevenson beerearthquakesthinking Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway. Robert Louis Stevenson silencelyingpeople [T]he kingdom of heaven is of the childlike, of those who are easy to please, who love and who give pleasure. Mighty men of their hands, the smiters and the builders and the judges, have lived long and done sternly and yet preserved this lovely character; and among our carpet interests and twopenny concerns, the shame were indelible if we should lose it. Gentleness and cheerfulness, these come before all morality; they are the perfect duties. Robert Louis Stevenson charactermenhands His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object. Robert Louis Stevenson growthivyblood I am painfully situated, Utterson; my position is a very strange - a very strange one. It is one of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking. Robert Louis Stevenson affairstrangetalking I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. Robert Louis Stevenson saunteringhikingjourney The child that is not clean and neat, Robert Louis Stevenson papanaughtychildren The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house. Robert Louis Stevenson housemennight Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Robert Louis Stevenson blackmenlong One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy. Robert Louis Stevenson bowssmellnew-life
