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

Solitude is an essential element of poetry.

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

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.

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.

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.