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.

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.

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.

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.