Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (1850-1894), also Robert Louis Stevenson or simply R L Stevenson, was a novelist and essayist, grandson of the preceding, born at Edinburgh, where in 1875 he was called to the bar, after disappointing his father by not following the family vocation of engineering. He had already begun to write for the magazines, and soon abandoned law for the profession of letters, in which he rapidly came to the front.In 1878 appeared his first book, "An Inland Voyage," quickly followed by "Travels with a Donkey," "Virginibus Puerisque," "Familiar Studies". With "Treasure Island" (1883) he found a wider public as a writer of adventure and romance, and established himself permanently in the public favour with "Kidnapped" (1886, most popular story), "The Master of Ballantrae," "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," &c. His versatility in letters was further revealed in his charming "A Child's Garden of Verse," "Ballads," "Memories and Portraits," and "A Footnote to History" (on Samoan politics). In 1890 failing health induced him to make his home in the island of Samoa, where he died and is buried. "His too short life," says Professor Saintsbury, "has left a fairly ample store of work, not always quite equal, seldom quite without a flaw, but charming, stimulating, distinguished as few things in this last quarter of a century have been".
Wisdom & Quotes
- Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitutes for life.
- In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
- To travel hopefully is better than to arrive, and true success is to labour.
- A child should always say what's true
And behave mannerly at table:
At least as far as he is able.
- A Child's Garden of Verses
- I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.
- Here he lies where he longs to be;
And the hunter home from the hill.
- Requiem, in Underwoods
- Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
- It's a long time between drinks.
- Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
- I travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
- In winter I get up by night
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
- Bed in Summer in A Child's Garden of Verses
- The world is so full of a number of things,
- Happy Thoughts, in A Child's Garden of Verses
Edward Bellamy