A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Beauty is truth, truth is beauty that is all ye know on earth, and all Yee need to know.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
The scenery is fine –but human nature is finer.
Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way from a tree’s summit.
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.