As the poet has expected, the alarms now are sounded, for - and it must be said again - the birth of a poet is always a threat to the existing cultural order, because he attempts to break through the circle of literary castes to reach the center.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

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

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.

The writer of stories or of novels settles on men and imitates them; he exhausts the possibilities of his characters.