The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – John Keats
I always made an awkward bow. – John Keats
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. – John Keats
I would jump down Etna for any public good — but I hate a mawkish popularity. – John Keats
O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
Theres a blush for won t, and a blush for shant, and a blush for having done it: Theres a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – John Keats
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into ones soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject. – John Keats
There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the hearts affections, and the truth of imagination. – John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. – John Keats
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – John Keats
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. – John Keats
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. – John Keats
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer. – John Keats
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish. – John Keats
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more – I could be martyred for my religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that. – John Keats
