There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats

There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – 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