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?
When the Stranger says: ‘What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?’ What will you answer? ‘We all dwell together To make money from each other’? or ‘This is a community’?
O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, where the River flows, with foreign flotations. There I was told: we have too many churches, and too few chop-houses.
I have given you power of choice, and you only alternate between futile speculation and unconsidered action.