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To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Age: 44 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 13
Died: 1894
Died: December 3
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The best things are nearest: breath in your 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.
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Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.
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Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
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There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
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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.
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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.
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The sticks break, the stones crumble, The eternal altars tilt and tumble, Sanctions and tales dislimn like mist About the amazed evangelist. He stands unshook from age to youth Upon one pin-point of the truth.
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my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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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?
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Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.
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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.
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I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
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Anyone can carry their burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do their work, however hard, for one day.
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Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.
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Love- what is love? A great and aching heart Wrung hands and silence and a long despair
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There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape.
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