black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

Related Topics

Book French Fruit Music Play

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
JOHN KEATS

History Law Monster Natural Thinking
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Reality
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Earth Need Truth Yourself
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
To stay youthful, stay useful.
JOHN KEATS

Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS

Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Reality True
That which is creative must create itself.
JOHN KEATS

Creation Creativity Deep One Liner Wisdom
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
JOHN KEATS

Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
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.
JOHN KEATS

Intellectual Mindset Strength Thinking
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice
Death is Life’s high meed.
JOHN KEATS

Death Life One Liner
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS

Deep Melody Sweet

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes