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
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – 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