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

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

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

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.

There is poetry even in prose, in all the great prose which is not merely utilitarian or didactic: there exist poets who write in prose or at least in more or less apparent prose; millions of poets write verses which have no connection with poetry.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

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.