John Keats

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

“The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.”

“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”

“Here lies one whose name was writ on water.”

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”

“With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.”

“There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.”

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”

“You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not h...”

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath.”

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump th...”

“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.”

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In su...”

“The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.”

“If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.”

“Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!”

“He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.”

“Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.”

“My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope...”

“Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.”

“You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.”

“The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.”

“Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.”

“Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.”

“Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.”

“Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.”

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.”

“You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.”

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.”

“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.”

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

“I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.”

“Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.”

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water.”

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”

“To Sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind.”

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...”

“I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!”

“Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.”

“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.”

“To Solitude O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the dee...”

“I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving.”

“Bright Star Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-f...”

“Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.”

“When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, An...”

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”

“Beauty is truth - truth, beauty - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

“The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.”

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty.”

“A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it.”

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you.”

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness.”

“Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.”

“The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy, but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain.”

“Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.”

“Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.”

“There is a budding morrow in midnight.”

“Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow.”

“A drainless shower of light is poesy; 'tis the supreme of power; 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm.”

“To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.”

“I have met with women who I really think would like to be married to a poem, and to be given away by a novel.”

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.”

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.”

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”

“For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.”

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

“There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish.”

“Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not”

“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.”

“I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”