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

It is a grave error for historians of literature to interpret the national spirit of the age in an oversimplified manner, ignoring the complexity of various cultural and life processes. Instead of using their imagination, they try to read the future by observing the hands of a clock which is still busy measuring the past.

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

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

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

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