Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
To acknowledge you were wrong yesterday is to acknowledge you are wiser today.
Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
Life is a festival only to the wise.
There are many ways to seek wisdom. There is travel, there are masters, there is service. There is staring into the eyes of children and elders and lovers and strangers. There is sitting silently in one spot and there is being swept along in life's turbulent current. Life itself will grant you wisdom in ways you may neither understand nor choose. It is up to you to be open to all these sources of wisdom and to embrace them with your whole heart.
If wisdom be attainable, let us not only win but enjoy it.
I don't want to put a pause on the rest of my life; I'm really enjoying getting older and the wisdom that comes from that. If I think too much about what roles there will be, or what will be, then I get into trouble there. I just try to be grateful for jobs like Promised Land, that somebody wants me to play this role, or thinks that I could be Alice. The thought of, like, spending my time at the dermatologist's office is not for me.
We must not only obtain Wisdom: we must enjoy her.
