My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? – 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