Robert Louis Stevenson

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.

The true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but principally by catchwords; and the little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

Fifteen men on the dead man's chest —
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest —
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!