We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.

The Resistance is a moral certainty, not a poetic one. The true poet never uses words in order to punish someone. His judgment belongs to a creative order; it is not formulated as a prophetic scripture.

Even a polemic has some justification if one considers that my own first poetic experiments began during a dictatorship and mark the origin of the Hermetic movement.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.

The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.

Religious power, which, as I have already said, frequently identifies itself with political power, has always been a protagonist of this bitter struggle, even when it seemingly was neutral.

War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.