Quotes About Wisdom

If you trap the moment before it's ripe,The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;But if once you let the ripe moment goYou can never wipe off the tears of woe.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?Or Love in a golden bowl?

The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he Can't Percieve And he's a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.

With stupidity, even the gods struggle in vain.') Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)

But you can be too intelligent, I said. Sometimes it's not an asset it's a curse.

Always consider the possibility that you may be wrong. Especially when you are absolutely certain you are right.

I have often wondered how anyone who does not read, by which I mean daily, having some book going all the time, can make it through life.

Reality is what we are ignorant of.

Not Everything That Counts Can Be Counted.

This is what the sprouts teach: immortality is not a matter of holding on, but of letting go.

reason, say the elders, was so that you and future generations would not have to carry the pain.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Speech after long silence; it is right,All other lovers being estranged or dead…That we descant and yet again descantUpon the supreme theme of Art and Song:Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; youngWe loved each other and were ignorant.

Pardon, old fathers.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obedience to the heart.