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Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.
The truth is lived, not taught.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.
To be able to throw one’s self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman’s smile – that is happiness.
It is not our purpose to become each other it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge – that is everywhere.
To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.