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

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.

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.

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.

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.

Not every thought needs to be voiced

You need to be clever to best him. Are you clever, Rach

Great salespeople are relationship builders who provide value and help their customers win.

There would have been no Bach had there been no Luther.

I am working on a list for collaborations and it's just another way to share your artistic talent with other artist.

I don't want to say that having power is overrated, but powerlessness can give rise to a different kind of authority, and that's the kind of authority that writes books.

It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every evening to murder the night.

There should be asylums for habitual teetotalers, but they would probably relapse into teetotalism as soon as they got out.

Although I grew up in very modest and challenging circumstances, I consider my life to be immeasurably rich.

As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.