By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.
Robert Louis StevensonThis grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.
Robert Louis StevensonLike a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Robert Louis StevensonThere is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.
Robert Louis Stevenson