My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Quote by John Keats

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Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing,...

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing,...

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy...

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy...

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of...

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of...

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

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

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

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered...

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered...

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

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

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

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

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

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all...

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all...

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his...

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his...

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who...

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who...

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass...

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass...

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and...

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and...

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like...

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like...