Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets:
She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of
the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying,
How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the
scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
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The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
The wisdom of our ancestors.
The wisdom of our ancestors.
If you have the insight of non-self, if you have the insight of impermanence, you should make that insight into read more
If you have the insight of non-self, if you have the insight of impermanence, you should make that insight into a concentration that you keep alive throughout the day. Then what you say, what you think, and what you do will then be in the light of that wisdom and you will avoid making mistakes and creating suffering.
In examinations, the foolish ask questions the wise cannot answer.
In examinations, the foolish ask questions the wise cannot answer.
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from read more
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.
All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.
All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear read more
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.
A rose without thorns is like love without heartbreak; it doesn't make sense.
A rose without thorns is like love without heartbreak; it doesn't make sense.
