LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.

Life is only limited by our prejudices. Destroy them, and you cease to be at the mercy of yourself.

Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.

LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.

If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked.

Another great illusion that woman must ... destroy . .. is the impurity of sex, the realisation in defiance of superstition that there is nothing impure in sex - except in the mental attitude toward it.

Leave off looking to men to find out what you are not - seek within yourselves to find out what you are.