Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?" Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:โand now I like ye better!
Robert Louis StevensonReally don't choose every day from the harvest you experience but from the seeds you plant
Robert Louis StevensonSing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.
Robert Louis StevensonA Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day. Bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.
Robert Louis Stevenson