Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
Wise men argue causes; fools decide them.
Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.
Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?
What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives. Look at us. We run a tightrope daily, balancing a pile of books on the head. Baby-carriage, parasol, kitchen chair, still under control. Steady now! This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of.
At Athens, wise men propose, and fools dispose.
Wise men, when in doubt whether to speak or to keep quiet, give themselves the benefit of the doubt, and remain silent.
In Greece wise men speak and fools decide.
My mom didn't write, but she loved to read. She liked books 'that made you a little nervous.' Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Peter Straub were the three wise men of our family bookshelf.