Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.
Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.
Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.
Poetry, in the past, was the center of our society, but with modernity it has retreated to the outskirts. I think the exile of poetry is also the exile of the best of humankind.
For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears.