Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

You think those dogs will not be in heaven! I tell you they will be there long before any of us.

Sanity itself is a kind of convention.

Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

The doom and burthen of our life is bound forever on man's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.

It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?

Half a capital and half a country town, the whole city leads a double existence; it has long trances of the one and flashes of the other; like the king of the Black Isles, it is half alive and half a monumental marble.

Let any one speak long enough, he will get believers.

I am not afraid of the truth, if any one could tell it me, but I am afraid of parts of it impertinently uttered.

Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!

A writer can live by his writing. If not so luxuriously as by other trades, then less luxuriously. The nature of the work he does all day will more affect his happiness than the quality of his dinner at night. Whatever be your calling, and however much it brings you in the year, you could still, you know, get more by cheating. We all suffer ourselves to be too much concerned about a little poverty; but such considerations should not move us in the choice of that which is to be the business and justification of so great a portion of our lives; and like the missionary, the patriot, or the philosopher, we should all choose that poor and brave career in which we can do the most and best for mankind.

The workpeople, to be sure, were most annoyingly slow, but time cured that.

You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!

Each side, in these sort of civil broils, takes the name of honesty for its own.

Thus in the best fabric of duplicity, there is some weak point, if you can strike it, which will loosen all.

Good and evil are so close as to be chained together in the soul.