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
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. – John Keats
The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. – John Keats