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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. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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I have been thinking that I would make a proposition to my Republican friends... that if they will stop telling lies about the Democrats, we will stop telling the truth about them. ↗

— Adlai E. Stevenson

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I will make a bargain with the Republicans. If they will stop telling lies about Democrats, we will stop telling the truth about them. ↗

— Adlai Stevenson

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I write, or used to write, to explain to myself situations I couldn't otherwise solve or understand. Meditation comes very naturally to me. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

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We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

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