Life Is Only Limited By Our Prejudices.

Poetry Is Prose Bewitched, A Music Made Of Visual Thoughts, The Sound Of An Idea.

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?

Die In The Past. Live In The Future.

Life Is Only Limited By Our Prejudices. Destroy Them, And You Cease To Be At The Mercy Of Yourself.

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