It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools.
Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets: She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
Out of our reach the gods have laid Of time to come th' event, And laugh to see the fools afraid Of what the knaves invent.
So shall they build me altars in their zeal, Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel: Where faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell, Written in blood--and Bigotry may swell The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from hell!
You will always be fools! We shall never be gentlemen.
Zeal is fit for wise men, but flourishes chiefly among fools.