Art, if one employs this term in the broad sense that includes poetry within its realm, is an art of creation laden with ideals, located at the very core of the life of a people, defining the spiritual and moral shape of that life.

If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

The temerity to believe in nothing.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

As for work, without it, without painstaking work, any writer or artist definitely remains a dilettante; there's no point in waiting for so-called blissful moments, for inspiration; if it comes, so much the better--but you keep working anyway.

So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.