Quotes About Wisdom

For all that nature by her mother witCould frame in earth.

Another iron door, on which was writ,Be not too bold.

It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store; And other, that hath litle, askes no more, But in that litle is both rich and wise. For wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore They are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize, Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.

Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?

Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made;Stronger by weakness, wiser, men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

When we are young... we often experience things in the present with a nostalgia-in-advance, but we seldom guess what we will truly prize years from now.

If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.

I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.

Books should be cherished, like children, books are for the next generation, like children, like history.

What can death do to you at ninety that life hasn't done to you already!

You'll be old yourself someday." "I know it. That's why I hate 'em.

Some of his newly acquired knowledge brought pain, as knowledge is apt to do.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. (in a letter written while she was in college)

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

into the darkness they go, the wise & the lovely

What can I give for Your knowledge Of when to expand And when to contract— This instructed, more academic college Of when to act?

I have a winter reason.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear

La idea de ganarse la confianza ajena sin dar a cambio la suya le parecía el colmo de la sabiduría.