There are three kinds of fools in this world, fools proper, educated fools and rich fools. The world persists because of the folly of these fools.
You know that song that asks, "Why do fools fall in love?"? I think the obvious answer is because they're fools.
Experience seems to convince us that only fools trust, that only fools believe and accept all things. If this is true, then love is most foolish. For if it is not founded on trust, belief and acceptance, it's not love.
The rabbis, the Jewish religious people, the priests of the temple of Jerusalem, they were learned fools. They could not tolerate Jesus. The learned fools are always disturbed by the blessed fools. They had to murder him because his very presence was uncomfortable; his very presence was such a pinnacle of peace, love, compassion and light, that all the learned fools became aware that their whole being was at stake. If this man lived then they were fools, and the only way to get rid of this man was to destroy him so they could. again become the learned people of the race.
The Gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools.
Cato used to assert that wise men profited more by fools than fools by wise men; for that wise men avoided the faults of fools, but that fools would not imitate the good examples of wise men.
Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.
Wise men profit more from fools than fools from wise men; for the wise men shun the mistakes of fools, but fools do not imitate the successes of the wise.
I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died.
What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?
Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way - and the fools know it.
Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools
Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.
The ultimate result of protecting fools from their folly is to fill the planet full of fools.
In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes
The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.