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John Keats
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
I met a lady in the meads
… La belle dame sans merci
Oh, what can ail thee knight at arms
I see a lily on thy brow
Ever let the fancy roam,
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
And they are gone: aye, ages long ago
St Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.
Immanuel Kant
There is an imperative which commands a certain conduct immediately, without having as its condition any other purpose to be attained by it. This imperative is Categorical … This imperative may be called that of Morality.
Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination.
Franz Kafka
Someone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.