Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Robert Louis StevensonI lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me.
Robert Louis StevensonIn marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Robert Louis StevensonWe must accept life for what it actually is - a challenge to our quality without which we should never know of what stuff we are made, or grow to our full stature.
Robert Louis Stevenson