Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned, yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

"Age has nothing to do with wisdom," said Simple. "I know a man fifty-two years old who never does go home except to take a bath and change his underwear."

Wisdom, I know, is social. She seeks her fellows, but Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.

If it be true that a man is rich who wants nothing, a wise man is a very rich man.

It is easier to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.

The contradictory remarks of politicians are forgotten; the more asinine predictions of pundits are buried with mercy.

Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill Is daily spun; but there exists no loom To weave it into fabric.

Wisdom is a solid and entire building, of which every piece keeps it's place and bears it's mark.