13 Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes on Nature

Robert Louis Stevenson quotes on nature

14. Ice and iron cannot be welded.

33. It is as natural and as right for a young man to be imprudent and exaggerated, to live in swoops and circles, and beat about his cage like any other wild thing newly captured, as it is for old men to turn gray, or mothers to love their offspring, or heroes to die for something worthier than their lives.

48. In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

50. Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?

51. I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

52. The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

55. Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.

56. Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair Who glory to have thrown in air, High over arm, the trembling reed, By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed.

57. 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.

60. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.

62. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

64. In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes.

67. Be it granted me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home!