Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
“No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.” — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks;… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian… — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought. — Eugenio Montale Copy Share Image
