How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeAll thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMen of humor are always in some degree men of genius; wits are rarely so, although a man of genius may, amongst other gifts, possess wit, as Shakespeare.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThis is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge