Robert Louis Stevenson

Un prieten este un dar pe care ti-l faci singur.
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.
Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.
Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort.


Robert Louis (Balfour) Stevenson (November 13, 1850–December 3, 1894), was a Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer, and a leading representative of Neo-romanticism in English literature. He was the man who "seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins", as G. K. Chesterton put it. He was also greatly admired by many authors, including Jorge Luis Borges, Ernest Hemingway, Rudyard Kipling and Vladimir Nabokov. [1] Most modernist writers dismissed him, however, because he was popular and did not write within their narrow definition of literature. It is only recently that critics have begun to look beyond Stevenson's popularity and allow him a place in the canon.
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