Quotes About Wisdom

Labor is blossoming or dancing whereThe body is not bruised to pleasure soul,Nor beauty born out of its own despair,Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.

O but we dreamed to mendWhatever mischief seemedTo afflict mankind, but nowThat winds of winter blowLearn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.

I heard the old, old men say,"All that's beautiful drifts awayLike the waters."

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Land of Heart's Desire,Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.

One sinks in on God; we do not see the truth; God sees the truth in us…. Tell them, Fool, that when the life and the mind are broken, the truth comes through them like peas through a broken peascod.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clasp its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book.

An old man's eagle mind.

You shall go with me, newly-married bride,And gaze upon a merrier multitude.White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,Feachra of the hurtling form, and himWho is the ruler of the Western Host,Finvara, and their Land of Heart's Desire.Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.

I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some of these are ugly or grotesque, and some wicked or foolish, but very many beautiful beyond any one we have ever seen, and that these are not far away....the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them.

Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.

All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it