Robert Louis Stevenson Poems
Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly. You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else. Marriage: A friendship recognized by the police. 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. So long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend. That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much. It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect. Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends? A friend is a gift you give yourself. Compromise is the best and cheapest lawyer. Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal. When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory. 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? For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies. He who sows hurry reaps indigestion. 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. Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate. Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life. I find it useful to remember, everyone lives by selling something. Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant. Wine is bottled poetry. All human beings are commingled out of good and evil. Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life. Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences. 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. Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others. Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. Everyone lives by selling something, whatever be his right to it. If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong. Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity. No man is useless while he has a friend. In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being. Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits. Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things. Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary. Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords. It’s a pleasant thing to be young, and have ten toes. Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences. Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health. Old and young, we are all on our last cruise. Nothing like a little judicious levity. The cruelest lies are often told in silence. The Devil, can sometimes do a very gentlemanly thing. The obscurest epoch is today. There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign. There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world. To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life. To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man. We all know what Parliament is, and we are all ashamed of it. You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
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