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.

Solitude is an essential element of poetry.

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.

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.

Environment grinds us, forces us to adjust, and--consciously or not--kills our most precious possession: that something which enables us to speak with ourselves and with God.

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

From laboratories employing complex apparatus, poetry often emerges into the outside world after a long lapse of time, just as some scientific discoveries become common property only after they have entered the blood stream of the generations.