Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
Mark TwainRead
The older we grow the greater becomes our wonder at how much ignorance one can contain without bursting one's clothes.
Interpretation
As we age, we realize how much we don't know despite our experiences.
Mark Twain's quote highlights the paradox of growing older; it's common to accumulate knowledge, yet with age, one often becomes painfully aware of the vastness of what remains unknown. This realization can lead to a sense of wonder and humility about the limits of one's understanding.
In practice
During a speech at a graduation ceremony to emphasize lifelong learning.
Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
The easy part of being an artist is figuring out the message that everyone else is ready to hear. The hard part is waiting for the proper lull to make the announcement.
You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.
To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.
Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident.
In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
Science gives us knowledge, but only philosophy can give us wisdom.
Time is the most valuable asset you don't own.
From the perfection of Allah's ihsan is that He allows His slave to taste the bitterness of the break before the sweetness of the mend. So He does not break his believing slave, except to mend him. And He does not withhold from him, except to give him. And He does not test him (with hardship), except to cure him.
You should employ your little grey cells.
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing - the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.
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