In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy. Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes by Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes From Robert Louis Stevenson Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?" Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:—and now I like ye better! Robert Louis Stevenson care deeds said But of works of art little can be said. Robert Louis Stevenson said littles art This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still. Robert Louis Stevenson peaceful cry believe There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change. Robert Louis Stevenson progress essence years The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical, an elegant and pregnant texture: that is style, that is the foundation of the art of literature. Robert Louis Stevenson sensual pregnancy art Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly. Robert Louis Stevenson nineteenth-century wells century Nothing made by brute force lasts. Robert Louis Stevenson force lasts made It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it. Robert Louis Stevenson one-thing conquer curiosity When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory. Robert Louis Stevenson boulders men needs Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life. Robert Louis Stevenson idlers book way A happy man or woman is a better thing to find than a five-pound note. He or she is a radiating focus of goodwill; and their entrance into a room is as though another candle had been lighted. Robert Louis Stevenson focus happiness men Am I no a bonny fighter? Robert Louis Stevenson fighter classic The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. Robert Louis Stevenson silence men lying I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. Robert Louis Stevenson jekyll beloved elements 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. Robert Louis Stevenson wall stars sleep Let first the onion flourish there, Robert Louis Stevenson wine roots rose No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature. Robert Louis Stevenson literature writing two The most influential books, and the truest in their influence, are works of fiction. They repeat, they re-arrange, they clarify the lessons of life; they disengage us from ourselves, they constrain us to the acquaintance of others; and they show us the web of experience, but with a singular change-that monstrous, consuming ego of ours being, nonce, struck out. Robert Louis Stevenson life-lesson writing book A man finds he has been wrong at every stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right. Robert Louis Stevenson lasts careers men Go, little book, and wish to all Robert Louis Stevenson wine flower book
