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

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.

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

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.