The Wisdom of Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected and Arranged from His WritingsBrentano's, 1906 - 274 strani |
Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
admiration beautiful begin better character colour comes d'Artagnan death Donkey dwell ears eyes face fall Falstaff Familiar Studies fancy feel fire of Rome forest forest of Mormal forget François Villon friends grave hand happy heart Henry David Thoreau hour humour Influence of Books Inland Voyage keep kind Leaves of Grass lesson literature live look man's mance Marcus Aurelius means Memories and Portraits ment mind nature ness never night numbered Old Mortality once ourselves passion perhaps person pipe pity play pleasure pride rience romance seems sense sentiment silence smile sort speak spirit story sure Talk and Talkers tell thing Thoreau thought tion true True Love Story truth vanity Virginibus Puerisque virtue walking tour whole wise woman women words writer young youth
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 96 - Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Stran 98 - For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move...
Stran 107 - I cannot see the wit of walking and talking at the same time. When I am in the country, I wish to vegetate like the country.
Stran 28 - When the Greeks made their fine saying that those whom the gods love die young, I cannot help believing they had this sort of death also in their eye. For surely, at whatever age it overtake the man, this is to die young.
Stran 203 - 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.
Stran 138 - ... stupidity. Some people swallow the universe like a pill ; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind. For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!
Stran 204 - It is then that the cock first crows; not this time to announce the dawn, but, like a cheerful watchman, speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows; sheep break their fast on dewy hillsides, and change to a new lair among the ferns; and houseless men, who have lain down with the fowls, open their dim eyes and behold the beauty of the night.
Stran 21 - Do the old men mind it, as a matter of fact? Why, no. They were never merrier; they have their grog at night, and tell the raciest stories; they hear of the death of people about their own age, or even younger, not as if it was a...
Stran 174 - Egoist is a satire ; so much must be allowed ; but it is a satire of singular quality, which tells you nothing of that obvious mote, which is engaged from first to last with that invisible beam. It is yourself that is hunted down ; these are your own faults that are dragged into the day and numbered, with lingering relish, with cruel cunning and precision. A young friend of Mr. Meredith's (as I have the story) came to him in an agony. " This is too bad of you,
Stran 232 - The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.