Knowledge

I used to think she was quite intelligent, in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theater and plays and literature and all that stuff.If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it takes you quite a while to find out whether they're really stupid or not.

Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding.

She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her.

I was on a down escalator now. If I stood still I’d go all the way to the bottom, but if I started to run up maybe I could at least stay in the same place. The important thing was to keep moving upward no matter what happened.

Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said, quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the inter-action of the first two.

"To start things off, what do you think of the world?"
"I don't know anything."
"The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen."

The only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.

You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

Knowledge would be fatal.It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

Intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.