John Keats Quotes

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John Keats

Profession : Poet

Birth : October 31, 1795

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

John Keats

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

John Keats

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.

John Keats

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

John Keats

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

John Keats

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

John Keats

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

John Keats

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.

John Keats

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

John Keats

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

John Keats

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

John Keats

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.

John Keats

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

John Keats

Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

John Keats

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

John Keats

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

John Keats

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.

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