I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.
Art: If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.
Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.
The soul is neither inside nor outside the body; neither proximate to nor separate from it.
Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
Inductive reason, which alone makes man master of his environment, is an achievement; and when once born it must be reinforced by inhibiting the growth of other modes of knowledge.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.
The standpoint of the man who relies on religious experience for capturing Reality must always remain individual and incommunicable.