Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

Old men ought to be explorers.