There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.
Atlantis will rise again.
I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
Fact is based upon vulgar matter.
ONE PERCEPTION MUST IMMEDIATELY AND DIRECTLY LEAD TO A FURTHER PERCEPTION