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

John Keats

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
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
Death is Life’s high meed.
JOHN KEATS

Death Life One Liner
Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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Mindset Original Thinking
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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Fragile Life Tree Way
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATS

Body Mindset Myself Oneself
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS

Breathe Love Selfish Yourself
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
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Day End Sweet
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
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Beautiful One Liner Truth
I want a brighter word than bright.
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Bright Myself Word
The air is all softness.
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One Liner Soft
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Rose Togetherness

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