John Keats II

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter.

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.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.

Life is but a day:
A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way
From a tree's summit

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

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.

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

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer.