Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The treacheries of ambition never cease.
You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs.
Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death
Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost.
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life.
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I am not on a bed of roses"-our America trembling with hurricanes, trembling with Love: O men with Saxon eyes and barbarous souls, our America lives. And dreams. And loves. And it is the daughter of the Sun. Be careful.