Knowledge is indivisible. When people grow wise in one direction, they are sure to make it easier for themselves to grow wise in other directions as well. On the other hand, when they split up knowledge, concentrate on their own field, and scorn and ignore other fields, they grow less wise - even in their own field.
Some folks as they grow older grow wise but most folks simply grow stubborner.
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?
Wise men never grow up; indeed, they grow younger, for they lose the appalling worldly wisdom of youth.
Grow a leader-grow the organization. A company cannot grow without until its leaders grow within.
There is much that remains mysterious about why some countries grow rapidly and some grow slowly.
I grow herbs near the back door, and you can grow a wonderful selection of herbs and window boxes... My idea is that you should grow what you eat. There's no point in growing something like celeriac - which is very difficult to grow - if you hate it.
State are not made, nor patched; they grow;
Grow slow through centuries of pain,
And grow correctly in the main;
But only grow by certain laws,
Of certain bits in certain jaws.
I want to grow. I want to be better. You Grow. We all grow. We're made to grow.You either evolve or you disappear.
We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.
It may be made a question whether men grow wiser as they grow older, anymore than they grow stronger or healthier or honest.
I would not say that old men grow wise, for men never grow wise; and many old men retain a very attractive childishness and cheerful innocence. Elderly people are often much more romantic than younger people, and sometimes even more adventurous, having begun to realize how many things they do not know.
It would take centuries and he must grow and grow and grow, but he was in no hurry--he grokked that Eternity and the ever-beautifully-changing Now were identical.
Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna
In time we grow older, we grow wiser, we grow smarter, and we're better. And I feel like I'm becoming more seasoned, although I don't have my salt-and-pepper hair.