Than all the sages can.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

There are two types of sages: sages who tell us what we should do and sages who tell us what we shouldn’t do.

To paraphrase several sages: Nobody can think and hit someone at the same time.

Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.