Keats Longed For Fame, But

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.

A Poet Must Need Be Before His Own Age, To Be Even With Posterity

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality, And Patience All The Passion Of Great Hearts.

Truth Only Needs To Be For Once Spoken Out; And There's Such Music In Her, Such Strange Rhythm, As Makes Men's Memories Her Joyous Slaves.

It Is The Rooted Instinct In Men To Admire What Is Better And More Beautiful Than Themselves.