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.

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

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies.

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

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

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?

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.