Too many lives are needed to make just one.

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.

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.

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

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.