John Keats

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

Asleep in lap of legends old.

One life,-a little gleam of time between two Eternities.

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

Literature is the Thought of thinking Souls.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced-even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.

The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing."

He ne'er is crown'd With immortality, who fears to follow Where airy voices lead.