There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. – 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
Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. – John Keats