Quotes About Wisdom

Youth does not inspire confidence, in life or in stories

Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being." Holmes could be surprisingly empathetic at times, and his words now had a gentling effect on the lady.

The response to a festering sore was not to extol its virtues, but to lance the thing and let the poison bleed out.

I am getting old, Russell. Gone are the days when I could scramble about on the moors all day and curl up happily at night with a thin blanket and a stone for a pillow. Three nights on floorboards and one night without sleep following three days at strenuous labour make me aware that I am no longer a callow youth.

Om mane padme om

Interesting, is it not?" I must be better, I thought: his gnomic utterings were irritating me again.

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Womankind is imprudent and soft or flexible. Imprudent because she cannot consider with wisdom and reason the things she hears and sees; and soft she is because she is easily bowed. —JOHN CHRYSOSTOM (c. 347–407)

Well, you live and you learn, and generally in that order. I

any departure from reality that could easily be avoided ought to be avoided.

You got to ask a street question to get a street answer.

It took a while to tell but it hadn't taken all that long to live;

Living proof of indiscretions makes bad company on the morning after.

One must know a great many unimportant things in order to know those few things which are important.

Give a man a fish,' he said, 'and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and for the rest of his life you can sell him rods and reels and hooks and leaders and flies and lures and God only knows what else.

If today is a consummation devoutly to be wished, how can I regret anything that helped bring it into being?

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.

We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time. Lawrence Durrell in Clea, book three of the epic Alexandria Quartet - which I am reading for the third time since my early 20s...relishing its superb prose and enigmatic insights into the nature of love.

My friends must all have known all along. Yet nobody breathed a word. But of course, the truth is that nobody ever does breathe a word, nobody interferes, nobody whispers while the acrobat is on the tight-rope; they just sit and watch the spectacle, waiting only to be wise after the event.

But then is not life itself a fairy-tale which we lose the power of apprehending as we grow? No matter.

One learns nothing from those who return our love.

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