We live and learn, but not the wiser grow. --- Science is build up of facts, as a house is build of materials; but an accumulation of fact is no more a science than a heap of stones is a house.

My dream of a house:

The world is woven all of dream and error
And but one sureness in our truth may lie -
That when we hold to aught our thinking`s mirror
We know it not by knowing it thereby.
For but one side of the things the mirror knows,
And knows it colded from its solidness.
A double lie its truth is; what it shows
By true show`s false and nowhere by true place.
Thought clouds our life`s day-sense with strangeness, yet
Never from strangeness more than that it`s strange
Doth buy our perplex thinking, for we get
But the words` sense from words - knowledge, truth, change.
We know the world is false, nor what is true.
Yet we think on, knowing we ne`er shall know.

But whether this be sense or naught,
Surely it was a careful thought.

To have the lawn so nicely laid
Out and the critics all gainsaid.
It was the reason and the home.
The rest is why `tis right to roam.