The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.
The wisest of the wise may err.
The fool inherits, but the wise must get.
The lips of the wise are as the doors of a cabinet; no sooner are they opened, but treasures are poured out before thee.
Wise is the man who does not disdain any character and instead, examining him with a searching look, plumbs him to the very main-springs of his being.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
The wise are above books.
The wise does at once what the fool does at last.