If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked.
DIE in the past. Live in the future.
Love of others is the appreciation of one's self.
Leave off looking to men to find out what you are not - seek within yourselves to find out what you are.
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.