John Keats

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the…

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty…

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who…

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

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school…

You speak of Lord Byron and me there is this great difference between us. He…

Love is my religion – I could die for it…

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss…

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these…

There is nothing stable in the world uproar’s your only music…

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk…