There is no Space or Time Only intensity, And tame things Have no immensity
Love of others is the appreciation of one's self.
Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.
The feminist movement as at present instituted is Inadequate.
Women if you want to realise yourselves - you are on the eve of a devastating psychological upheaval - all your pet illusions must be unmasked - the lies of centuries have got to go - are you prepared for the Wrench?
LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.