Today I have no time for translating, but don’t want to pass the occasion:
It’s the birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson, one of my favourite writers. He said:
„But we are so fond of life that we have no leisure to entertain the terror of death. It is a honeymoon with us all through, and none of the longest. Small blame to us if we give our whole hearts to this glowing bride of ours, to the appetites, to honour, to the hungry curiosity of the mind, to the pleasure of the eyes in nature, and the pride of our own nimble bodies.“ (Aes Triplex)
„Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.“ (Songs of Travel)
both quoted from Authors‘ Calendar
„I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and to find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints. […] To hold a pack upon a pack-saddle against a gale out of the freezing north is no high industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the mind. And when the present is so exacting, who can annoy himself about the future?“ (Travels With a Donkey in the Cevennes)
quoted from The Writer’s Almanac
Go to the sources for more rich information. Go to the library to borrow the books. Come to the bookshop to buy the books. Read them.
*Come and browse in our back copies, stacked in the book shop.