“The roots of education … are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”
Aristotle (-384–-321 BC) Classical Greek philosopher, student of Plato and founder of Western philosophy
The Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers
“Children come running to the truth
But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit
And while one's living high another's grieving
But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening
Oh - What's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening.”
Wicked Man.
Song lyrics, There Will Be a Light (2004)
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