Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

April is the cruellest month.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

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

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?