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.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

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 certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

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.