To Make An End Is

The Ordinary Man's Experience Is Chaotic, Irregular, Fragmentary. [he] Falls In Love Or Reads Spinoza, And These Two Experiences Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, Or With The Noise Of The Typewriter, Or The Smell Of Cooking; In The Mind Of The Poet These Experiences Are Always Forming New Wholes

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.

Where Is All The Knowledge We Lost With Information?

All Our Knowledge Brings Us Nearer To Our Ignorance.

Again I Must Remind You That A Dog's A Dog-a Cat's A Cat.