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.

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

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

There is no Space or Time Only intensity, And tame things Have no immensity

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

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