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.

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

There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.

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

Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

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.