Date: 1818

The soul may be bent like a "spiritual bow" and "twang'd" inwardly

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Herald thought may be sent into a wilderness to dress an uncertain path with green

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"When I meet with a proposition beyond finite comprehension, I abandon it as I do a weight which human strength cannot lift, and I think ignorance, in these cases, is truly the softest pillow on which I can lay my head."

— Jefferson, Thomas (1743-1826)

Date: August 16, 1820

"And is not this extraordina[r]y talk for the writer of Endymion? whose mind was like a pack of scattered cards--I am pick'd up and sorted to a pip."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"[A]nd she began to moan and sigh / Because he mused beyond her, knowing well / That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)