The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not