Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.
John KeatsDo you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John KeatsI am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heartโs affections and the truth of the Imagination โ What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth โ whether it existed before or not โ for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .
John Keats