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

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.

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.

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.

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

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.