What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth. >>
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick t >>
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will >>
Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the fune >>
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens. >>
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a co >>
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain.