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?
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.
Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Talent imitates, but genius steals.
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?