A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
John KeatsI have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.
John KeatsThough 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 Keats