Robert Louis Stevenson

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

The way to Heaven is ascending; we must be content to travel uphill, though it be hard and tiresome, and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.

Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.'

The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.