John Keats Quotes About Literature
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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
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it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.
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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.
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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
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There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
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A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity he is continually informing and filling some other body.
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The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
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