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
Robert Louis Stevenson quotes about
achievement anything-in-life
Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?
funny witty political
Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
attitude business failure
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
heartbreak truth lying
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
strong identity idle
To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.
life business marketing
Everyone lives by selling something.
travel moving cutting
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
life children men
Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.
forget forgetfulness oneself
To forget oneself is to be happy.
funny life sweet
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
happiness being-happy humor
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
lawyer compromise
Compromise is the best and cheapest lawyer.
happiness delight toil
When your toil has been a pleasure, you have not earned money merely, but money, health, delight, and moral profit, all in one.
summer spring winter
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?