Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with useful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

— 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

Ever let the Fancy roam Pleasure never is at home.

— John Keats

Failure ... is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid.

— John Keats

Failure is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and very fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid.

— John Keats

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

— John Keats

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

— John Keats

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

— John Keats

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter

— John Keats

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

— John Keats