Intuition is reason in a hurry.
Those who seek happiness miss it, and those who discuss it, lack it.
A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."
Pedantry is the dotage of knowledge.
Suffer fools gladly; they may be right.
Don't try to convert the elderly person; circumvent him.