If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked.
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.
There is no Space or Time Only intensity, And tame things Have no immensity
LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.