A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.
All our contemporary philosophers perhaps without knowing it are looking through eyeglasses that Baruch Spinoza polished. Spinoza was a philosopher who earned his livelihood by grinding lenses.
Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.