Reflecții și Maxime vol. I.

Poetry is the essence of man and the secret of the universe.

A poet is recognized... by the joy and serenity he puts on his face, and he alone rightly bears the name of sage.

Poetry is absolute reality. The more poetic a thing is, the more true it is.

Poetry is the representation of the soul - of the inner world in its totality. Her mode of meditation, the words, indicate this fact, for they are the expression of the externalized revelation of the empire of soul forces...

Among the sciences, poetry represents youth…

Poetry heals the wounds opened by reason. It is made up of completely opposite components - uplifting truths and agreeable mystification...

To write poetry is to give life. Any artistic creation must be a living being...

Poetry disposes unfettered, as it pleases, of suffering and desire, of pleasure and pain, of error and truth, of health and sickness. It interpenetrates everything to achieve the goal of goals - the lifting of man above his own condition...

Poetry is the heroine of philosophy. Philosophy elevates poetry to the rank of principle. She teaches us to appreciate the value of poetry. Philosophy is the theory of poetry. She proves to us that poetry is everything...

The true poet is omniscient, he represents the universe in the microcosm hypothesis.

Art represents the fulfillment of nature.

The creator of art belongs to the work, and not the work to the creator.

There is a spiritual present that identifies past and future by dissolving them, and this mixture is the vital element, the atmosphere of the poet.

Drawing is the intelligence of painting. The color, her instinct.

Any classicism being essentially intellectualist, is by definition normative and authoritarian. And reciprocally, because any baroque is vitalist, it will be as such libertine and will translate an abandonment, veneration before force...

That is why classicism was also called humanism, the name becoming almost a synonym. The cosmic meaning of the Baroque, on the contrary, was fully revealed in its eternal vocation for landscape and folklore.

Art is the reflection of life; it is nature seen through a temperament; is the representation of the human...

The arts are the noble senses through which man expresses to himself what cannot be crystallized into a formula in any other way.

In art there is no play... All art is necessary; it consists in expressing by herself what she either could not and never will be able to express in any other way.

Art, in the strictest sense, is always current art. Actuality gives life to the past, discovering in it similar forms and opposing forms. In this way the past is not indifferent to us, but remains somewhat fully updated.

Art is a long suffering, a question you always ask yourself. It takes a hundred flowers to make a drop of perfume...

The work of art is the expression of an emotion analyzed, decanted, passed through the filter of thought.

The writer reflects in his portrait the double enigma of specific personality and class exponent. Between individuality and classes there are permanent osmoses, sedimented in literary creation, which the literary critic has the noble mission to discover, to understand, to record, to analyze and to explain.

The literary phenomenon is a complex phenomenon, a vital nucleus, where the disparate and apparently dispersed elements, the biological personality elements of the writer and the sociological elements of the class from which he came out, together with the sociological elements of the time in which he worked, are gathered in a perfect fusion , campaigned or contemplated.

The completion of the work of art is always preceded by a conflict, a discussion, an inner struggle.

Art is character, only character. All his life the artist works hard on his character, and the poem, the sculpture, the symphony or the novel, are only the sweat of this toil...

Timeless can only be that poem in which the emotion is simulated but not experienced, or if it was experienced, the poet did not manage to capture it so deeply, nor to convey it so accurately that any reader could recognize himself, and the shock of this recognition be so alive that it hurts.

Talking about the "social existence" of works of art may seem like a paradox, since it is known that they appear as a rule as the fruit of an individual creation, but the transition from potency to act presupposes in the case of all values ​​the contact between object and subject and therefore , after all, the social attestation of this specific form of objectification of individuality.

Art is art not because it relieves pain or induces mood, as many believe, but because it gives superior pleasure, regardless of the moods it induces.