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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

John Keats

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

Book French Fruit Music Play
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
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
Death is Life’s high meed.
JOHN KEATS

Death Life One Liner
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
JOHN KEATS

Break Company Death Hurt Love Myself Pain Togetherness Yourself
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
JOHN KEATS

Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
I want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Myself Word
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
JOHN KEATS

Knowledge Mystery Need People Thinking
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself

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