John Keats Quotes
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The poetry of earth is never dead.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.
Love is my religion—I could die for it.
What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
Time, that aged nurse, rocked me to patience.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
Let me have music dying, and I seek no more delight.
If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.
Call the world if you please "The Vale of Soul-Making."
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect.
A Cheerful life is what Muses love, a soaring spirit is their prime delight.
I never can feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its beauty.
If poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Beauty is truth, truth, beauty. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increase; it will never pass into nothingness.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness.
I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of Imagination.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a poem and to be given away by a novel.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced — even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never. Pass into nothingness; but still will keep.
A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder.
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.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
The automobile changed our dress, manners, social customs, vacation habits, the shape of our cities, consumer purchasing patterns, common tastes and positions in intercourse.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and trouble is to school an intelligence and make it a soul, a place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways?
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion—I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more—I could be martyred for my religion—Love is my religion—I could die for that.
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.
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 a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.
At once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.