The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.

It has often been observed that the repercussion of poetic language on prose language can be considered a decisive cut of a whip.

Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.

I am perhaps a late follower of Zoroaster and I believe that the foundation of life is built upon the struggle between the two opposing forces of Good and Evil.