Quotes About Wisdom

We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.

I did not tell Fat this, but technically he had become a Buddha. It did not seem to me like a good idea to let him know. After all, if you are a Buddha you should be able to figure it out for yourself.

Everything is true, he said. Everything anybody has ever thought.

There, at her console, he dialed 594: pleased acknowledgement of husband's superior wisdom in all matters

in Parsifal: You see, my son, here time turns into space.

Philosophical involvement blinded me to authentic human fact.

I remember something the Buddha said after he witnessed a supposed saint walk on water: 'For a penny,' the Buddha said, 'I can board a ferry and do that.' It was more practical, even for the Buddha, to cross the water normally. The normal and the supranormal were not antagonistic realms, after all.

If you are wise, Matson said to himself grimly, you never take one-way trips. Anywhere. Even to Boise, Idaho...even across the street. Be certain, when you start, that you can scramble back.

Parcifal is one of those corkscrew artifact of culture in which you get the subjective sense that you've learned something from it, something valuable or even priceless; but on closer inspection you suddenly begin to scratch your head and say Wait a minute. This makes no sense.

A lot can be said for the infinite mercies of God, but the smarts of a good pharmacist, when you get down to it, is worth more.

I'll tell you what fouls us up, Roy; it's our goddamn superior intelligence!" She glared at her husband, her small, high breasts rising and falling rapidly. "We're so smart ––Roy, you're doing it right now; goddamn you, you're doing it now !

What if he could see this, his own skull, yellow and eroded? Two centuries old. Would he still speak? Would he speak, if he could see it, the grinning, aged skull? What would there be for him to say, to tell the people? What message could he bring? What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull?

Maybe it's you fuckers, Fred said, who're seeing the universe backward, like in a mirror. Maybe I see it right.

Bob, you know something . . ." Luckman said at last. "I used to be the same age as everyone else." "I think so was I," Arctor said. "I don't know what did it." "Sure, Luckman," Arctor said, "you know what did it to all of us." "Well, let's not talk about it." He continued inhaling noisily, his long face sallow in the dim midday light.

God, they read a book, he thought, and they spout on forever.

Oracle, why did you write The Grasshopper Lies Heavy? What are we supposed to learn?

When I was a child I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. Now I must seek in other realms.

The man contains—not the boy—but earlier men

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find. I'm

It requires the greatest kind of wisdom, she thought, to know when to apply injustice. How can justice fall victim, even, to what is right?

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Bize geçmiÅŸi hat?rlamayanlar onu tekrar etmeye mahkumdur, denir, ama belki de bu daha iyidir. Belki de iyi olan tek ÅŸey budur; unutmay? baÅŸarmak.

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things.

God, what a dreadful thing - the truth.