Die In The Past. Live

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.

Another Great Illusion That Woman Must ... Destroy . .. Is The Impurity Of Sex, The Realisation In Defiance Of Superstition That There Is Nothing Impure In Sex - Except In The Mental Attitude Toward It.

Women Must Destroy In Themselves, The Desire To Be Loved-

Die In The Past. Live In The Future.