A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
The poetry of earth is never dead:
I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
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.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.