Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGENo mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGELanguage is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEI have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe author of Biographia Literaria was already a ruined man. Sometimes, however, to be a “ruined man” is itself a vocation.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEBlest hour! It was a luxury–to be!
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEA woman’s friendship borders more closely on love than man’s. Men affect each other in the reflection of noble or friendly acts; whilst women ask fewer proofs and more signs and expressions of attachment.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe rules of prudence, like the laws of the stone tables, are for the most part prohibitive. “Thou shalt not” is their characteristic formula.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe wise only possess ideas; the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEChristianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEIn philosophy equally as in poetry it is the highest and most useful prerogative of genius to produce the strongest impressions of novelty, while it rescues admitted truths from the neglect caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEExperience informs us that the first defence of weak minds is to recriminate.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGENothing can permanently please, which doesn’t contain in itself the reason why it is so, and not otherwise.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEPoetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGERemorse 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.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEHe is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
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