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

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

"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!"

"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."

"The poetry of the earth is never dead."

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