I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
From John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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