Quotes About Wisdom

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....

Para viajar lejos, no hay mejor nave que un libro.

Nature is what we know / Yet have not art to say / So impotent our wisdom is / To her simplicity.

Lad of Athens, faithful be To thyself, And Mystery - All the rest is Perjury

One note from one bird is better than a million words...

I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...

Opinion is a flitting thing, but the truth outlasts the sun.

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.

And through a Riddle, at the last-- Sagacity, must go--

Pour voyager loin, il n'y a pas de meilleur navire qu'un livre.

No weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

435 Es la mucha Locura la mayor Sensatez- Para un Ojo sagaz- Mucha Sensatez-es Locura absoluta- Es la Mayoría En esto, como en Todo, prevalece- Asiente-y serás cuerdo- Disiente-y de inmediato serás el peligroso- Y te pondrán Cadenas-

Tell all the truth but tell it slant- success in circuit lies Too bright for our infirm delight the truth's suberp surprise As lightning to the children eased with explanation kind the truth must dazzle gradually or every man be bilnd-

Opinion is a flitting thing. But truth outlasts the sun.

Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all -

mother) She used to tell me to get my nose out of my book and go get some fresh air.

She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.

I realize thirty is just a number, that you're only as old as you feel and all that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it's not that young.

Because Marian was the love of my life. For a long time. And that's the kind of information you share when you're young and stupid and hoping that you're in something that is going to be even bigger and better than what you once lost. It's the kind of shit you waste your time thinking about. Lemme tell you -- it does no good.

I flash a fake smile of my own, refraining from telling her what I'm really thinking: that it's an unwise karmic move to go around feeling superior to other mothers. Because before she knows it, her little angel could become a tattooed teenager hiding joints in her designer handbag and doling out blow jobs in the backseat of her BMW.