We are born for love, but it will die if not nurtured.
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!
You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs.
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.
Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death
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.
The treacheries of ambition never cease.
The writer cannot abandon himself simply to inspiration, and feign innocence vis a vis language, because language is never innocent.
I know of no safe depository of the ultimate power of the society but the people themselves.
I don't have any premonitions. I don't have any supernatural powers. I just have a typical woman's intuition, and I go with that.
A menial task which must be mine, that shall I glorify and make an art of it.