I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
For you know only a heap of broken images
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.
The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; / Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; / Knowledge of words, and ignorance of The Word.
The darkness declares the glory of light.
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.