The trend towards pure art betrays not arrogance, as is often thought, but modesty. Art that has rid itself of human pathos is a thing without consequence.

The people with the clear heads are the ones who look life in the face, realize that everything in it is problematic, and feel themselves lost. And this is the simple truth: that to live is to feel oneself lost. Those who accept it have already begun to find themselves, to be on firm ground.

Living is a constant process of deciding what we are going to do.

The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.

The well being of democracies regardless of their type and status is dependent on one small technical detail: The right to vote. Everything else is secondary.

The good is, like nature, an immense landscape in which man advances through centuries of exploration.

The hero's will is not that of his ancestors nor of his society, but his own. This will to be oneself is heroism.