All men by nature desire knowledge.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self to know it completely to know its minutiae its characteristics its subtleties and its very atoms.

The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance.

The greater our knowledge increases the more our ignorance unfolds.

Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens.

True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Carry out a random act of kindness with no expectation of reward safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.

Knowledge will give you power but character respect.