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

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
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats