Too many lives are needed to make just one.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

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

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

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

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?

The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think.