'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
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.
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
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.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
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.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.