The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace; but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFalse doctrine does not necessarily make a man a heretic, but an evil heart can make any doctrine heretical.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWhere virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. On certain occasions it may almost be said to become virtue. But sensibility and all the amiable qualities may likewise become, and too often have become, the panders of vice and the instruments of seduction.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge