John Keats Quotations

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale, The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet, If human souls did never kiss and greet?

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.