I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.
E andando nel sole che abbagliasentire con triste meravigliacom'รจ tutta la vita e il suo travaglioin questo seguitare una muragliache ha in cima cocci aguzzi di bottiglia.