The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

Without patience$$$ we will learn less in life. We will see less. We will feel less. We will hear less. Ironically$$$ rush and more usually mean less.

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is$$$ has been$$$ will always be there a clock without a craftsman.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

If it lay in my power to make myself feared$$$ I had rather make myself beloved.

Judgement can do without knowledge: but not knowledge without judgement.

Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

To reap a return in ten years$$$ plant trees. To reap a return in 100$$$ cultivate the people.