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.
There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.
I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.
Knowledge is the harvest of attention