A Century of Wisdom is universal and will enrich readers for generations to come.
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seeker of the best, We come back laden from out quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.
A man is not necessarily a master because he happened to compose two or three centuries ago. Let us beware of the worship of mere antiquity.
A page of history is worth a volume of logic.
Old saws have no teeth.
Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.
Speakers have been showering us with pearls of wisdom for centuries, and if all of their valuable advice were laid end to end, it would still be just as good as new. Very little of it has ever been used.
Our philosophy is about reaching back to move forward. We have something different to say with a sensibility that is both old and new.
Age is frequently beautiful, wisdom appearing like an aftermath.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Those old ages are like the landscape that shows best in purple distance, all verdant and smooth, and bathed in mellow light.
History provides no precise guidelines.
When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.
The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.
History some truths contains, which well may serve for lessons.
Truth comes to us from the past, then, like gold washed down from the mountains.
