Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeTo leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThis is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge