Environment grinds us, forces us to adjust, and--consciously or not--kills our most precious possession: that something which enables us to speak with ourselves and with God.

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.

In the end, time is the best ally of poets. It clarifies their works and makes them accessible to an ever widening circle of readers.

The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination.

The demand that poetry be immediately understandable to everyone is truly absurd.

The spirit of the age is not synonymous with what the public likes.

The public, regardless of its social origin, likes, above all, that which is easily accessible.

The age of sages is past; the age of specialists has come.

Talent--that is to say, the ability to see the world in a unique way--matures and grows in isolation.

Solitude is an essential element of poetry.

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.

He was always acting, always enveloping himself in artificiality, perhaps to conceal the volcano within.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy, Dazzling in your heart, Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

I want to do wardrobe. I want to do hair. I want to do makeup. I want to do writing. I want to do directing. I want to do all of it. I like it. And I want to do producing.

I never cease to be thrilled when entering my own gateway... and always feel that entrance gardens should give the first sensation of rest to those returning home.

Everyone's got unfinished business with Barcelona. They're the greatest team in the world.

All of the searching, all of the struggling, all of the efforting to find your true self is naturally revealed in open, relaxed simplicity.

We all think that we are uniquely complex, that no one can see what we are thinking - yet we also believe that we have the rare ability to read others. This fascinates me at the moment.

And there should not be a limit on the creation of new public schools. We ought to expand choices for parents.

As time goes on, all schools only get left alive if they have found something special themselves.

The most imperious masters over their own servants are at the same time the most abject slaves to the servants of others.