Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

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'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.