Slowly the evening puts on the garments held for it by a rim of ancient trees.[Der Abend wechselt langsam die Gewänder, die ihm ein Rand von alten Bäumen hält.]
Silence in not always a Sign of Wisdom, but Babbling is ever a Mark of Folly.
Science will give us wisdom, wisdom will reveal the laws, and the knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than happiness.[Наука даст нам премудрость, премудрость откроет законы, а знание законов счастья – выше счастья.]
Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.
Presumption first blinds a Man, then sets him a running.
Never tell your resolution beforehand.
Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.
Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
Little Strokes, Fell great Oaks.
Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
Lice consume the grass, rust consumes the iron, and lying the soul.[Тля ест траву, ржа железо, а лжа душу.]
