"God is great!" That shout from the mosque seems like a grand lamentation. Five times a day the earth seems to groan against its indifferent creator! - Omar Khayyám

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Darnic ești și dărnicia știe daruri să împartă.
Dar de ce nelegiuiții lângă rai rămân la poartă?
De mă ierți doar prin credință, darul ăsta e zadarnic:
Iartă-mă și cu păcate, și atuncea, da, ești darnic!...

There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I might not see: Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me.