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

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

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

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

Holidays - Have no pity.

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

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies.