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
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. – John Keats
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror. – David Herbert Lawrence