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?

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

Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.

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

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.

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.

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