Quotes by John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
– John Keats
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
– John Keats
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
– John Keats
Health is my expected heaven.
– John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
– John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
– John Keats
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
– 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
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.
– John Keats
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
– John Keats
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
– John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
– John Keats
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, is - Lover, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.
– John Keats
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
– John Keats
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
– John Keats
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
– John Keats
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
– John Keats
O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
– John Keats
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings.
– John Keats
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delvid earth.
– John Keats