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.

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.

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

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.

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.