The author of Biographia Literaria was already a ruined man. Sometimes, however, to be a “ruined man” is itself a vocation.
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.
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In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.
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Our own heart, and not other men’s opinion, forms our true honor.
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The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.
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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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It has been observed before that images, however beautiful, though faithfully copied from nature, and as accurately represented in words, do not of themselves characterize the poet.
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It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.
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Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.
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Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.
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Silence does not always mark wisdom.
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All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
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The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards.
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The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.
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With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
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This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.
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That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
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