In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.