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Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895)
Scottish Essayist, Poet, Novelist

You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand? - Robert Louis Stevenson

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant. -Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour. -Robert L. Stevenson

I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered. -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (1850-1894)

A friend is a gift you give yourself. -Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

No man is useless who has a friend, and if we are loved we are indispensable. -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (1850-1894)

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. -Robert Louis Stevenson

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer. -Robert Louis Stevenson [Reflections and Remarks on Human Life](1850-1894)

The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect. -Robert Louis Stevenson

To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.
--Robert Louis Stevenson

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life. -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (1850-1894)

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer is to have kept your soul alive. -- Robert Louis Stevenson

The best things are nearest: breath in our nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life. - Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895, Scottish Essayist, Poet, Novelist

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, writer (1850-1894)