Wisdom Is Keeping A Sense Of Fallibility

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

Old Age Takes Away From Us What We Have Inherited And Gives Us What We Have Earned.

Words Are As Recalcitrant As Circus Animals, And The Unskilled Trainer Can Crack His Whip At Them In Vain.

We Are Closer To The Ants Than To The Butterflies. Very Few People Can Endure Much Leisure.

Wisdom Is Keeping A Sense Of Fallibility Of All Our Views And Opinions.