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

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

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine -- how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beautified Strawberry.

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

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

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

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.