...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
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.
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.