Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

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

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.

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

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

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

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.