John Keats

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

There's nothing stable in the world;uproar's your only music.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.