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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.