Young people have insight. They have a flash here and a flash there. It is like the stars coming out in the early evening. They have flashes of light. It is later in dark of life that you see forms, constellations. And it is the constellations that are philosophy…I suppose that poets die into philosophy as they grow older - if they don’t die the other way. They die into wisdom.
Robert Frost on wisdom, aging, and art.
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