Robert Louis Stevenson

To travel hopefully is better than to have arrived.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny after ward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honour. It is human at least, if not divine.

... I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

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.

With a little more patience and a little less temper, a gentler and wiser method might be found in almost every case; and the knot that we cut by some fine heady quarrel-scene in private life, or, in public affairs, by some denunciatory act against what we are pleased to call our neighbour's vices might yet have been unwoven by the hand of sympathy.

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

All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil.

In each of us, two natures are at war _ the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose _ what we want most to be we are.

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

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;She shines on thieves on the garden wall,On streets and fields and harbour quays,And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.