Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
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.
Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.
I'm not wise, but the beginning of wisdom is there; it's like relaxing into - and an acceptance of - things.
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.
We come to beginnings only at the end.
Who is the wise man? He who sees what's going to be born.
Wisdom begins at the end.
While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin, the opportunity is lost.