Robert Louis Stevenson

and hastened to make ready. Long practice and a varied experience of life gave him an ability to disguise. He could adapt, not only his face

One look at the man before me was enough. I saw the captain, and Black Dog, and the blind man, Pew, and I thought I knew what a pirate was like – a very different creature, according to me.

Picture-books in WinterSUMMER fading, winter comes—

Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs

Window robins, winter rooks,

And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone

Nurse and I can walk upon;

Still we find the flowing brooks

In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,

Wait upon the children’s eye,

Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,

In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are,

Seas and cities, near and far,

And the flying fairies’ looks,

In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,

Happy chimney-corner days,

Sitting safe in nursery nooks,

Reading picture story-books?

And at this there came suddenly a lowering shadow over his face and he tightened his grasp upon my hand and raised a forefinger threateningly before my eyes.

Путь к переменам должен начаться в сердце.

...or by a mere delight in cruelty such as cats display and theologians tell us of the devil?

...your mouth is wider than your two ears.

Прав тот, кто ударит первый. Мертвые не кусаются.

У нас великое множество своих тайн, которые мы постоянно доверяем тем, кому не следует.

...трудно совмещать страсть к наслаждениям с настоятельной потребностью высоко держать голову и казаться людям более чем серьезным человеком.