My mother taught me to read when I was still quite young, and at least in my memory I passed the majority of my childhood reading.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
Memories are doing funny things to us.
I want to be more successful as a mother than I am in show business.
No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom, in the pursuit of truth as in the endeavour after a worthy manner of life.
Everything changes as a mother. Yes, work has changed. The projects that I choose are even more important to me now. The world he's growing up in and the kind of stimulus that is out there; they are so precious and I'd do anything to protect him.
Cleverness is not wisdom.
My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.
It takes good memory to keep up a lie.
There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.
Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
I have learned throughout my life as a composer chiefly through my mistakes and pursuits of false assumptions, not by my exposure to founts of wisdom and knowledge.
My mother is a walking miracle.
His mother should have thrown him out and kept the stork.
To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.
Wisdom outweighs any wealth.
As the mother teaches her children how to express themselves in their language, so one Gypsy musician teaches the other. They have never shown any need for notation.
Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.