Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers. Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes by Robert Louis Stevenson More Quotes From Robert Louis Stevenson Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck. Robert Louis Stevenson gardendarkhouse A generous prayer is never presented in vain; the petition may be refused, but the petitioner is always, I believe, rewarded by some gracious visitation. Robert Louis Stevenson angelprayerbelieve Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind. Robert Louis Stevenson pillsacceptancepeople For will anyone dare to tell me that business is more entertaining than fooling among boats? He must have never seen a boat, or never seen an office, who says so. Robert Louis Stevenson boatnauticaloffice Happiness, eternal or temporal, is not the reward that mankind seeks, Happinesses are but his wayside companions. His soul is in the journey and in the struggle. Robert Louis Stevenson souljourneystruggle The San Francisco Stock Exchange was the place that continuously pumped up the savings of the lower classes into the pockets of the millionaires. Robert Louis Stevenson san-franciscopocketsclass I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. Robert Louis Stevenson starssongmorning To be overwise is to ossify; and the scruple-monger ends by standing stockstill. Robert Louis Stevenson scruplesstandingends Nothing like a little judicious levity. Robert Louis Stevenson levitylittles 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. Robert Louis Stevenson sadlonelinesshouse He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead. Robert Louis Stevenson gonedeathpast All I dreamed about Dr. Jekyll was that one man was being pressed into a cabinet, when he swallowed a drug and changed into another being. I awoke and said at once that I had found the missing link for which I had been looking so long, and before I went again to sleep almost every detail of the story, as it stands, was clear to me. Of course, writing it was another thing. Robert Louis Stevenson sleepwritingmen It is not for nothing, either, that the umbrella has become the very foremost badge of modern civilization--the Urim and Thummim of respectability. . . . So strongly do we feel on this point, indeed, that we are almost inclined to consider all who possess really well-conditioned umbrellas as worthy of the Franchise. Robert Louis Stevenson umbrellamoderncivilization A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind. Robert Louis Stevenson colormindwater and he began to understand what a wild game we play in life; he began to understand that a thing once done cannot be undone nor changed by saying "I am sorry! Robert Louis Stevenson sorrygamesplay Really don't choose every day from the harvest you experience but from the seeds you plant Robert Louis Stevenson seedsharvestplant And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all. Robert Louis Stevenson voicejoygiving I would rather do a good hours work weeding than write two pages of my best; nothing is so interesting as weeding. I went crazy over the outdoor work, and at last had to confine myself to the house, or literature must have gone by the board. Robert Louis Stevenson weedcrazywriting Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, Robert Louis Stevenson poetryeyegold The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room. Robert Louis Stevenson darktwochildren
