If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it... - John Keats

"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!"

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

"The poetry of the earth is never dead."

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

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