John Keats

"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."

"The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were."

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

"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know."

"Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject."

"The poetry of the earth is never dead."

"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else."

"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 such an ecstasy!"

"Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits."

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

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

"Love is my religion - I could die for it."

"Life is but a day:A fragile dewdrop on its perilious wayFrom a tree's summit"

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

"Here lies one whose name was writ on water."

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

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