Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a Soul?
Do not all charms fly at the mere touch of cold philosophy?
Axioms in philosophy are not axioms till they are proved upon our pulses.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness.
A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder.
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
