Maturity & Wisdom
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
— Mark Twain
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ByHeatherI have always loved to collect intangible things. One of my favorites collections consists of opening lines of great novels. Who can forget “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . . ” Other greats include “Who is John Galt?” Or “Howard Rork laughed.” My all-time favorite opening line comes from Pat Conroy’s Prince of Tides: “My wound is geography.”
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ByHeatherIt is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
— Aristotle
Study while others are sleeping…
ByHeatherStudy while others are sleeping;
work while others are loafing;
prepare while others are playing;
and dream while others are wishing.— William Arthur Ward