Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.
Touch has a memory.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit
I want a brighter word than bright
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
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.
I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
I have so much of you in my heart.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one!
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
