25 Quotes by Mina Loy

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

There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity

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

I had to be caught in the weak eddyOf your drivelling humanityTo love you most

MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.

We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill'd on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterflyWith the daily-newsPrinted in blood on its wings

It is not given to each of usTo be desired.

The past has come apart events are vagueingthe future is inexploitable

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.