Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!' Is it not so?
Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.
Some people will insult your intelligence by suddenly being nice or nicer to you once you make it … or they think you have.