Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEOh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!
More Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes
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How wonderfully beautiful is the delineation of the characters of the three patriarchs in Genesis! To be sure if ever man could, without impropriety, be called, or supposed to be, “the friend of God,” Abraham was that man.
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The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other according to their relative worth and dignity.
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You see how this House of Commons has begun to verify all the ill prophecies that were made of it – low, vulgar, meddling with everything, assuming universal competency, and flattering every base passion – and sneering at everything noble refined and truly national.
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Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.
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Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
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Friendship is a sheltering tree.
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It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals.
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All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
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We may recur to it year after year, and it will supply the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return to it with the same healthful appetite.
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How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?
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No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
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Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
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The Beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, whether sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgment and imagination: and it is always intuitive.
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
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People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
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