They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

Yes, God forgives and men forget, And you're forgiven and forgotten. You might be gaily sinning yet And quick and fresh instead of rotten. And when you think o…

There is no strange and distant place That is not gladdened by His face. And every nation kneels to hail The Splendour shining through Its veil.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God a…

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that the darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing, The darkne…

But where does by far the bulk, the whole ambulance load, of pain really come from? Where must it come from? Isn't the true poet or painter a seer? Isn't he, a…

Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma.