I have been made to learn that the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on manโs shoulders; and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.
Robert Louis StevensonSing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.
Robert Louis StevensonBright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.
Robert Louis Stevenson