Quotes About Reflection

let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

A man should never be ashamed to own that he is wrong, which is but saying in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.

Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale

Alone can rival, can succeed to thee. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Een mens moet zich nooit schamen te bekennen dat hij ongelijk had, daarmee zegt hij slechts in andere woorden dat hij vandaag wijzer is dan hij gisteren was.

Algunas personas nunca aprenden nada, porque todo lo comprenden demasiado pronto.

Brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças. Toda prece é ouvida, toda graça se alcança.

The proper study of Mankind is Man

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

A little learning is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring; There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.

What if philosophy is the problem, not the solution? What if the best response to philosophy is to cease doing it?

Homo sapiens," "homo faber" … yes, but, first of all, "homo adorans.

Reason's icy intimations, and records of a heart in pain.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.

In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.