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

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

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

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.

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

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.