Before an hour's out, I'll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder. laugh! Before an hour's out, ye'll laugh upon the other side. Them that die'll be the lucky ones.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson

Profession: Author
Nationality: Scottish

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Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but principally by catchwords.

I thought it was madness," he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe, "and now I begin to fear it is disgrace.

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.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

But a word once spoken who can recapture it?

Curiosity and timidity fought a long battle in his heart.

At that time my virtue slumbered; my evil, kept awake by ambition, was alert and swift to seize the occasion.

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.

The thoughts of his mind, besides, were of the gloomiest dye; and when he glanced at the companion of his drive, he was conscious of some touch of that terror of the law and the law's officers, which may at times assail the most honest.

Find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.

We are all such as He was - the inheritors of sin; we must all bear and expiate a past which was not ours; there is in all of us - ay, even in me - a sparkle of the divine. Like Him, we must endure for a little while, until morning returns bringing peace.

A moment before I had been safe of all men's respect, wealthy, beloved - the cloth laying for me in the dining room at home; and now I was the common quarry of mankind, hunted, houseless, a known murderer, thrall to the gallows.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others...