I Take Space To Be The Central

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

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

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.