Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.