How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?
We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
Abundance of knowledge does not teach men to be wise.
Books are menaced by books. Any excess of information produces silence.
As great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs or more.
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.
This is an awesome time to be a knowledge seeker, no better time, but it's also the best time in history to be a complete idiot.
It's not what you know, and it's not even who you know. It's how much knowledge you give away. Hoarding knowledge diminishes your power because it diminishes your presence.
But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.
The richest minds need not large libraries.
He not only overflowed with learning, but stood in the slop.
The guesses which serve to give mental unity and wholeness to a chaos of scattered particulars, are accidents which rarely occur to any minds but those abounding in knowledge and disciplined in intellectual combinations.
So much has already been written about everything that you can't find out anything about it.
Chock them so ... full of "facts" they feel stuffed, but absolutely "brilliant" with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving.
