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

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

The flux of life is pouring its aesthetic aspect into your eyes, your ears - and you ignore it because you are looking for your canons of beauty in some sort of frame or glass case or tradition.

Love of others is the appreciation of one's self.

Women must destroy in themselves, the desire to be loved-

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?

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