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

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

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

I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?