Wise? No, I simply learned to think.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

But ask yourself this Eragon: If gods exist, have they been good custodians of alagaesia? Death, sickness, poverty, tyranny and countless other miseries stalk the land. If this is the handiwork of divine beings, then they are to be rebelled against and overthrown, not given obeisance, obedience, and reverance.

Never ask an elf for help; they might decide your better off dead, eh?" (Orik) (Eldest) (Page 207)

The debate raged on for so long, at last Saphira had interrupted with a roar that shook the walls of the command tent. Then she said, I am sore and tired, and Eragon is doing a poor job of explaining himself. We have better things to do than stand around yammering like jackdaws, no? ... Good now listen to me. It was reflected Eragon, hard to argue with a dragon.

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?