Daily Zen - Friday, April 5

Don't judge each day 

by the harvest you reap, 

but by the seeds that you plant.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Monday, November 21

The wisdom of this world consists in 

making oneself very little...in preferring 

others, in order that, even when we lose, 

we shall find some pleasure in the event, 

in putting our desires outside of ourselves,

in another ship so to speak, so that, when the

worst happens, there will be something left.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Monday, September 26

 ...do not grasp at the stars,

but do life's plain, common work

as it comes, certain that daily

duties and daily bread are the

sweetest things in life.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Thursday, September 28

Do not grasp at the stars,

but do life's plain, common work as it comes,

certain that daily duties and daily bread are 

the sweetest things in life.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Tuesday, August 1

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap

but by the seeds that you plant.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Tuesday, April 12

To be rich in admiration and free from envy,

to rejoice greatly in the good of others,

to love with such generosity of heart that your 

love is still a dear possession in absence or unkindness

--- these are the gifts which money cannot buy.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Wednesday, July 22

Anyone can live sweetly,

patiently, lovingly, purely, 

'til the sun goes down.

And this is all that life really means.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Monday, March 9

Do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain

common work as it comes, certain that daily duties 

and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Wednesday, November 13

Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily Zen - Monday, September 19

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

           - Robert Louis Stevenson