In the end, time is the best ally of poets. It clarifies their works and makes them accessible to an ever widening circle of readers.

It is a grave error for historians of literature to interpret the national spirit of the age in an oversimplified manner, ignoring the complexity of various cultural and life processes. Instead of using their imagination, they try to read the future by observing the hands of a clock which is still busy measuring the past.

In the end, time is the best ally of poets. It clarifies their works and makes them accessible to an ever widening circle of readers.

Poetry, in the entire course of its development, has always been trying to capture meanings and problems which are still obscure and dormant. Poetry tries to awaken them with a kiss, wherever they may be: in the air, in things, in human beings.

The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination.

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.

The age of sages is past; the age of specialists has come.