For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.

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

The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.

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

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.

It has often been observed that the repercussion of poetic language on prose language can be considered a decisive cut of a whip.

Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.