Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.

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

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

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

Talent--that is to say, the ability to see the world in a unique way--matures and grows in isolation.

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.