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.

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.

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

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.

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.