Holidays - Have no pity.

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.

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

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

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.

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

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.