John Keats

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”

“And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.”

“Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.”

“Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.”

“Touch has a memory.”

“But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh,All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence. -Keats, EndymionThis is the ‘goal’ of the soul path – to feel existence; not to overcome life’s struggles and anxieties, but to know life first hand, to exist fully in context. (Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul, p.260)”

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

“Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.”

“Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.”

“I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.”

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

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water.”

“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.”

“Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not”

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death...”

“I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.”

“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.”

“אין שום דבר בעולם שיהיה בו די עניין כדי להסיט אותי לרגע אחד ממנה.”

“יכולתו של הלב האנושי להכיל ולסבול כאב רב כל כך באה לי בהפתעה.”