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

The demand that poetry be immediately understandable to everyone is truly absurd.

The spirit of the age is not synonymous with what the public likes.

The public, regardless of its social origin, likes, above all, that which is easily accessible.

The history of the creative progress of individual artists shows that, along with their spiritual growth and the increasing complexity of their inner life, their forms of expression become more complex.

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.

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.