Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The wise man knows how to run his life so that contemplation is Possible.
Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls forth faith rather than reason.
We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
The wise man is he who knows the relative value of things.
It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Wisdom allows nothing to be good that will not be so forever; no man to be happy but he that needs no other happiness than what he has within himself; no man to be great or powerful that is not master of himself.
Who is the wise man? He who sees what's going to be born.
The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
The wise man reads both books and life itself.