The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

I want a brighter word than bright