To discover how to be human now is the reason we follow this star.

A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

The actors today really need the whip hand. They're so lazy. They haven't got the sense of pride in their profession that the less socially elevated musical comedy and music hall people or acrobats have. The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen.

Music can be made anywhere, is invisible and does not smell.

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.

The poet who writes "free" verse is like Robinson Crusoe on his desert island: he must do all his cooking, laundry and darning for himself. In a few exceptional cases, this manly independence produces something original and impressive, but more often the result is squalor - dirty sheets on the unmade bed and empty bottles on the unswept floor.

Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.