Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.
Thus, the poet's word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men, while absolute men of letters think that they alone live in the real world.
The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.
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.
Religious poetry, civic poetry, lyric or dramatic poetry are all categories of man's expression which are valid only if the endorsement of formal content is valid.
War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.