Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – 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
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
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats