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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

John Keats

There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
JOHN KEATS

Bad Beginning Myself Old
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Queen Secret
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
JOHN KEATS

Believe Forever Immortality Live Yourself
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.
JOHN KEATS

Happiness Live Love Myself Relationship Summer Yourself
I want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Myself Word
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Reality True
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
JOHN KEATS

Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATS

Day Myself World Writing
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
JOHN KEATS

Future Night

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

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