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.

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

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

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

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.

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