There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. – John Keats

There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. – John Keats
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. – John Keats
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