I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

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

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

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