The Feminist Movement As At Present Instituted

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.

There Is No Space Or Time Only Intensity, And Tame Things Have No Immensity

If You Want To Realize Yourselves All Your Pet Illusions Must Be Unmasked.

Love Of Others Is The Appreciation Of One's Self. May Your Egotism Be So Gigantic That You Comprise Mankind In Your Self-sympathy.