John Keats — English Poet born on October 31, 1795, died on February 23, 1821

John Keats was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work having been in publication for only four years before his death... (wikipedia)

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.