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

Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know, and all ye need to know.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy - It is because they are connected with the most thoughtless and happiest moments of our lives.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

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

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

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

Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen
For what listen they?

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts.

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

Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.