The author of Biographia Literaria was already a ruined man. Sometimes, however, to be a “ruined man” is itself a vocation.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEGood and bad men are each less so than they seem.
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The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions – the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
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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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Good and bad men are each less so than they seem.
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No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
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Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
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Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.
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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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How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?
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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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Language 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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There is one art of which people should be masters – the art of reflection.
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We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.
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He prayeth best who loveth best.
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All powerful souls have kindred with each other
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A bitter and perplexed “What shall I do?” Is worse to man than worse necessity.
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