What man would be wise, let him drink of the river
That bears on his bosom the record of read more

What man would be wise, let him drink of the river
That bears on his bosom the record of time;
A message to him every wave can deliver
To teach him to creep till he knows how to climb.

Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

I am always ready to learn although I do not always like to be taught.

I am always ready to learn although I do not always like to be taught.

I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too read more

I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries

Who heeds not experience, trust him not.

Who heeds not experience, trust him not.

While we teach, we learn.

While we teach, we learn.

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I read more

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I already know, or knew, once.

The only source of knowledge is experience

The only source of knowledge is experience

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from those unkind; yet strange, I am read more

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from those unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.