Real knowledge lives where ignorance admits its name, and when we meet the crooked path, we turn within—not to condemn, but to understand what bends in us.
He who learns without thought is a leaf on water, and he who thinks, yet never learns, builds castles on sand in a windstorm. So begin with small stones even mountains yield to patient hands.
The superior man speaks less than he does, his courage not in clamor, but in silent choice: to do what is right, though comfort pleads otherwise. He harms no one with desires he would not endure.
He walks slow, but he walks still.
Respect begins within a flame that lights the eyes of others. Revenge sharpens two shovels. Sincerity, faithfulness these are not ornaments, but foundations, like stone under a trembling house.
Let the nation rise from the hearth not from war cries, but from warmth.
Education births confidence. Confidence lifts hope. Hope sows peace like a quiet farmer. And if a man errs, then smiles, yet does not mend it he stumbles twice, but calls it dance.
Wisdom comes in threes: Reflection, which sees with stillness. Imitation, which echoes. And Experience which carves its lessons into the skin.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin July 2025 The Mountain Moves