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

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

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

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

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.

Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.