Being and time determine each other reciprocally, but in such a manner that neither can the former - Being - be addressed as something temporal nor can the latter - time - be addressed as a being.

Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.

Dwelling is not primarily inhabiting but taking care of and creating that space within which something comes into its own and flourishes.

Being is an issue for one.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy.

The relationship between man and space is none other than dwelling, strictly thought and spoken.

The will to mastery becomes all the more urgent the more technology threatens to slip from human control