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

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.

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

Gertrude Stein ... the Madame Curie of language. Because in her deep research she has crushed thousands of tons of matter to extract the radium of the word.

The feminist movement as at present instituted is Inadequate.

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

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