Quotes About Wisdom

Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

It wasn't until late in life that I discovered how easy it is to say "I don't know."

Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and that is that there is very little about which one can be certain.

Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

From the earliest times the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser than they, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.

As you always taught me, men who think have proven to be the most dangerous of all over the course of history," I said. "So have you been a dangerous man?"" I laughed. "I would like to think so.

Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song. I kiss you and the world begins to fade.

One loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.

Surely some revelation is at hand.

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

Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say; Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay good night and quickly turn away.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.

He who made you bitter made you wise.

every one is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt is a visionary without scratching.

There is some Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all that he did and thought.

there is no truth Saving in thine own heart. -from "The Song of the Happy Shepherd

Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.

as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower

Oh, who could have foretold That the heart grows old?

I heard the old, old man say, "Everything alters, And one by one we drop away." They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old man say, "All that is beautiful drifts away Like the waters.