There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

Quote by John Keats

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The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is...

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is...

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love...

Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love...

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in...

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in...

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

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

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people- it takes away the heat and fever;...

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people- it takes away the heat and fever;...

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe...

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe...

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...

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...

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for...

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for...

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

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...

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...

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance,

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance,

Hat which cost little is less valued.

Hat which cost little is less valued.