The vast accumulations of knowledge--or at least of information--deposited
by the nineteenth century have been responsible for an equally
vast ignorance. When there is so much to be known, when there are so
many fields of knowledge in which the same words are used with different
meanings, when every one knows a little about a great many things, it
becomes increasingly difficult for anyone to know whether he knows what
he is talking about or not. And when we do not know, or when we do not
know enough, we tend always to substitute emotions for thoughts.
-- T.S. Eliot. "The Perfect Critic" in The Sacred Wood.
New York: Alfred A. Knopf (1921). (page 9)