Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.
Wisdom usually grows up on us like calluses when we are old, gnarled and bent.
Who is wise? He that learns from every One. Who is powerful? He that governs his Passions. Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.
We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
We know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
To understand the actual world as it is, not as we should wish it to be, is the beginning of wisdom.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.
Those who govern, having much Business on their hands, do not generally like to take the Trouble of considering and carrying into Execution new Projects. The best public Measures are therefore seldom adopted from previous Wisdom, but forc’d by the Occasion.
They have shut up all their fools in a house apart, to make sure that they are wise men themselves.[Они заперли всех своих дураков в особенный дом, чтобы уверить, что сами они люди умные.]
The World is full of fools and faint hearts; and yet every one has courage enough to bear the misfortunes, and wisdom enough to manage the Affairs of his neighbour.
The wisest of all, in my opinion, is he who can, if only once a month, call himself a fool.[Всех умней, по-моему, тот, кто хоть раз в месяц самого себя дураком назовет.]
