A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. A constant coming and going: wisdom lies in the momentary.
The will to set values and the power to make them law are jointly at the bottom of all operative norms. When linked to divine wisdom, this source of moral law is still in safe hands which man can trust.
He who is taught to live upon little owes more to his father’s wisdom than he who has a great deal left him does to his father’s care.
Courage is always the surest wisdom.
The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
And, if we have any evidence that the wisdom which formed the plan is in the man, we have the very same evidence, that the power which executed it is in him also.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.