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

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?

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

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.

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.

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