Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.