The Future Is Like Smoke From A

The Sum Of The Crowd's Iq Was Far Below That Of Its Most Modest Single Member. Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

The Victorians, They Were Like The Germans In World War Ii. They Could Not Stop Recording Details About Their Lives And Their Age.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

Books ... Were Merely Nodes In A Near-infinite Matrix Of Information That Exists In Four Dimensions, Evolving Toward The Idea Of The Concept Of The Approximation Of The Shadow Of Truth Vertically Through Time As Well As Longitudinally Through Knowledge.