“I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.”
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When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.