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.

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.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.