No one reads; if someone does read, he doesn't understand; if he understands, he immediately forgets.
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Thomas Stearns Eliot
I'm amazed now whenever I go back to London. I'm like, 'Wow. I used to kind of swing up these streets when I knew how this machine worked.' And then when you don't, you lose that. You need to get your license back. I do know how to plant a garden and keep chickens, but I don't know how to do much else.
We're living in a Dark Age of macroeconomics. Remember, what defined the Dark Ages wasn’t the fact that they were primitive — the Bronze Age was primitive, too. What made the Dark Ages dark was the fact that so much knowledge had been lost, that so much known to the Greeks and Romans had been forgotten by the barbarian kingdoms that followed.
All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.
If you do not know the names of things, the knowledge of them is lost, too.
Each time one of the medicine men dies, it's as if a library has burned down.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
One could argue that our national university system has become a de facto talent drain for much of the country. Many states and communities send their top students away to great schools, never to hear from them again.
You live and learn. Then you die and forget it all.
When you deal with a person who's experiencing dementia, you can see where they're struggling with knowledge. You can see what they forget completely, what they forget but they know what they once knew. You can tell how they're trying to remember.
Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.
I am determined to hold on as long as possible, but if I should disappear, I should not have had the time to familiarize my successors with the necessary information.
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.
... life is broken down into these stages: you're born and you don't know how anything works; gradually you find out how everything works; technology evolves and slowly there are a few things you can't work; at the end, you don't know how anything works.
The fog of information can drive out knowledge.
So completely had learning decayed in England that there were very few men on this side of the Humber who could apprehend their services in English or even translate a letter from Latin to English... There were so few of them that I cannot recollect a single one South of the Thames when I succeeded to the kingdom.
The Humber and the Thames are two major rivers of England." ""the Great
The idea that information can be stored in a changing world without an overwhelming depreciation of its value is false. It is scarcely less false than the more plausible claim that after a war we may take our existing weapons, fill their barrels with information.
Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head.
Dalton's records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.
Life has obliged him to remember so much useful knowledge that he has lost not only his history, but his whole original cargo of useless knowledge; history, languages, literatures, the higher mathematics, or what you will - are all gone.
As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.
All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.
I used to be smart.