My face burns with shame. - Anna Margolin

"A man over forty is in his prime. When can one live if not now? When does one know how to live if not in these years? It's not with twenty, but with forty that one comes into one's true youth. In France they understand these things.

No sooner does one rise a little above one's own petty joys and pains, than crystal clear wellsprings of new joy and new pain open up.

The authentic artist carries within himself another world to which the ordinary person has no access. The great value of the poet is that he enriches us with new, thoroughly experienced feelings, with unseen or differently seen landscapes.