Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The wise only possess ideas; the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,_x000D_ _x000D_ Beloved from pole to pole.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

The necessity for external government to man is in an inverse ratio to the vigor of his self-government. Where the last is most complete, the first is least wanted. Hence, the more virtue the more liberty.

I understood that you would take the Human Race in the concrete, have exploded the absurd notion of Pope's Essay on Man, [Erasmus] Darwin, and all the countless Believers-even (strange to say) among Xtians-of Man's having progressed from an Ouran Outang state-so contrary to all History, to all Religion, nay, to all Possibility-to have affirmed a Fall in some sense.

My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. Poetry is opposed to science, and prose to meter. The proper and immediate object of science is the acquirement, or communication of truth; the proper and immediate object of poetry is the communication of immediate pleasure.

An undevout poet is an impossibility.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell_x000D_ _x000D_ To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!_x000D_ _x000D_ He prayeth well, who loveth well_x000D_ _x000D_ Both man and bird and beast.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,_x000D_ _x000D_ How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

And in Life's noisiest hour,_x000D_ _x000D_ There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,_x000D_ _x000D_ The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy._x000D_ _x000D_ You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within.

In many ways doth the full heart reveal_x000D_ _x000D_ The presence of the love it would conceal.

To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part,_x000D_ _x000D_ Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart.

The worth and value of knowledge is in proportion to the worth and value of its object.

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,_x000D_ _x000D_ And hope without an object cannot live.

If people could learn history, what lessons it might teach us!

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.