A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Don’t be discouraged by failure. Use it as fuel to keep pushing forward.
Do not fear failure, but rather fear not trying.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all.
A man’s life of any worth is a continual allegory.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing – to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
A proverb is no proverb to you until your life has illustrated it.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions, than a very little aid, but to build with it.
To be happy in love is to be happy forever.
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man: It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself.
Don’t be afraid to explore the depths of your own emotions.
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
I wish you were either less beautiful, or less confident of your looks.
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain, clings cruelly to us.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Touch has a memory.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
The excellence of every art is its intensity.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more – I could be martyred for my religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
I want a brighter word than bright.
But it’s hard to live with a man seventy years and see him day after day doing what you hadn’t expected.
The Intelligences of the Day speak disrespectfully of Love, … Look for the consequences to others and you will see them happy, young wanderer. Look to yourself and you will see yourself pure.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell to toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well as she is famed to do, deceiving ever.
The very thing designed to make life happy is a fiery globe.
Your beauty should have no mortal parentage; you ought to be sprung from roses, and not fathered by the distillery of whiskey.
Love is my religion – I could die for that.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees – I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
They spoke as winds breathe through trees in summer-time; and their words were green leaves.
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing – to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate, from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth.
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain, clings cruelly to us.
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