The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.

The real romance is out ahead and yet to come. The computer revolution hasn't started yet.

"Die Vergangenheit ist nie tot, sie ist nicht einmal vergangen."

Every sentence carries the weight of all the words left unsaid.

The way to make progress is to acknowledge ignorance.