The veil of self-indulgence was rent from head to foot. I saw my life as a whole.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson

Profession: Author
Nationality: Scottish

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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.

Every man has [...] fanciful superstitions, coming, going, but yet enduring ; only most men are so wise (or the poet in them so dead) that they keep their follies for themselves.

And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst.

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.

I felt no repugnance- I knew I was wicked, ten times more wicked, and that thought both braced and delighted me.

Sir Oliver—that knows more of law than honesty—I.

Is there anything in life so disenchanting as attainment?

The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect.

For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves and each other, and, what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming, PEDE CLAUDO, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

We must lay to, if you please, and keep a bright lookout. It's trying on a man, I know. It would be pleasanter to come to blows. But there's no help for it till we know our men. Lay to, and whistle for a wind, that's my view.

You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.

Saints are sinners who kept on going.